Monday, June 27, 2011

Summer Nights



The late-June evenings ended slowly.
As the light faded, the insects droned busily,
Then yielded to a hundred hidden frogs
Croaking a tuneless lullaby.

Inside, the AC whirred,
The lights went out,
And we slept in cool gratitude,
Then woke to a predawn mockingbird's aria.


They are also to stand every morning
to give thanks and praise to the Lord,
and likewise in the evening.
--1 Chronicles 23:30, HCSB

1 comment:

dfish said...

Just as the Levites were to give thanks, so should we as Gods' chosen representatives. I Thessalonians 5:18 commands, "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." The sounds of summer may seem pretty unimportant but they remind us again of what God has done. Great poem.