Most precious union
Trusted journey of marriage—
Love expressed each day
Treasured daily gift
Twin hearts always together—
Love’s refreshing breath
Couple sharing joy
Transforming experience—
Harmony’s grace sings
Morning’s quiet retreat
Offering sunrise view
Taking splendor’s front seat
Sky sketched with clearest blue
Sanctuary of peace
Spirit’s closeness abounds
Renewal of life’s lease
Stillness felt all around
Harmony’s joyful tune
Brightening this new day
Filling every full moon
Mountain’s peak never gray
River’s gathering dreams
Shaped within ancient hands
Journey’s endless bloodstream
Tranquility’s heartland
Tomorrow always waits
Offering one more chance
Tasting now, nature’s fate
Spirit’s refreshing dance
Landscape witnessed, far and wide
Designed with painter’s vision
Praising daily, valley’s peace
Backdrop of divine precision
River slices through meadows
Lined with colonies of trees
Shining, crystal-blue waters
Beauty’s reflections, always free
Time never standing alone
Counted with infinite years
Honoring each precious gift
Postcard image, others find dear
Autumn paints its backstory
Borrowed from nature’s rainbow
Rising above, mountain peaks
Creator’s spirit freely flows
Seasons exchanging places
Poised to share wondrous treasures
Composing hope’s harmony
Melody of timeless pleasures
Morning’s heavenly view
Wisp of clouds fade away
Sun-drenched blue skies return
Wind’s breathe begins to play
Treetops sway high above
Sunlight dances below
Mighty forest whispers
Nature offers free show
Divine calmness now felt
Peace arrives, plays her cards
Another perfect hand
Harmony won’t discard
Morning’s song welcomes all
Unique with every line
Spirit adds final touch
Melody always shines
Window’s morning view
Feeling pull of forest’s tune—
Heart breathes harmony
Sunset’s gentle breeze
Turning heavenly pages—
Endless horizons
Summer soon fading
Waiting for autumn’s return—
Filling with color
Harmony drops in
Lifting spirits high
Waking from slumber
Morning’s bluest sky
Valley’s faithful river
Unending with peace
Flowing with wisdom
Comforts never cease
Sun brightens flashbacks
Counting former days
Energizing with joy
Ready now to play
Time injects stillness
Billowing with clouds
Yielding blessed shade
Whispers never loud
Heaven’s love singing
Blessing life below
Extending day’s light
Nature now aglow
Early morning moon
Leaving at sunrise
Life awakens above
Welcoming brightest blue skies
Heavens’ newest page
Sharing rested smile
Vision captures each scene
Unlocking Creator’s file
Light follows skyward
Landing at treetop
Canopy’s leafy look
Holding up every dewdrop
Clouds shift overhead
Fluffing each pillow
Onboard timeless sunset
Rising with every billow
Gentle breeze humming
Composing fresh tunes
Harmony’s precision
Sailing toward fullest moon
Grace
Unconditionally planted
Rising with purpose
Faith’s emptiness now fed
Fulfilled
Faith’s
Seeds scattered
Night and day
Growing fully, then ripening
Harvest
Sowing
Tiniest seed
Maturing into fullness
Faith nurtured by Spirit
Righteousness
The German hymn, “We Plow the Field and Scatter,” was written by Matthias Claudius in 1782. The lyrics were set to music in 1800 by Johann A. P. Schulz. The hymn was translated into English in 1861 by Montgomery Campbell.
As you listen to this song, focus on the lyrics as they appear on the screen. They add a meaningful visual image to this series of poems. The hymn’s piano melody is played by Mary Munson.
Morning now surrounding
Feeling never alone
Confidence shining through
Harboring writer’s backbone
Questions’ answers stirring
Knowing mind remains full
Sometimes sweetness arrives
Savoring every spoonful
Reality writing
Filling story’s plotline
Harmony’s cautious breath
Sailing to distance shoreline
Silent voices hiding
Reaching out to each one
Script drawing from choices
Hanging out with wordsmith’s fun
Interactions blooming
Finding forgotten time
Pages empty of gaps
Coaxing distant thoughts to climb
Quiet brook bubbling
Thicket hides every gurgle—
Single deer’s safe path
One more tree in sight
Scampering along tall fence—
Squirrel’s morning trail
Freshly seeded fields
Geometry’s straightest lines—
Farmer’s precision
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