Shall I meet Thee in the morning—
At Autumn’s sun’s first kiss?
While the dew is on the vineyard,
With dawn’s warmth upon my breast—
Shall I meet Thee at the noonday—
While Winter frosts the fields?
Though Boreas’s voice surrounds me,
I shall hear the newborn child—
Or, should I meet Thee in the spring time—
When birds echo th’ close of day?
When rains bring forth new foliage
And my gaze lifts far away—
Morning, noon, or evening—
I shall meet Thee nonetheless—
Brighter, sharper, love doth shimmer,
We shall meet in warm caress.
Deb Borkert ‘08
“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands.”
Psalm 63:3&4
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