When my Lord makes the morning,
~~When He spreads awakening around the earth,
When His light traces valleys with flowers like lady’s lace,
~~And His rays bring forth buds of baby’s breath,
Then He opens my eyes to see;
~~He lifts my sight to know the world is new and ready.
When my Lord retakes the night,
~~When He bears the heavens back from kingdoms of princely dreams,
When He turns the sky of sparkling wishes into daylight seas of starry fish,
~~And He restores buried dreamland treasures to golden fields, to monarchs of the butterflies,
Then He raises my head to praise;
~~He places in my hands His will, His work, His ways.
In trust, I am a cheetah: my feet are fast to trust, and first.
~~For my speed, my faith is in the Lord.
In trust, I have a raptor’s eyes: I see the smallest thing as I move in.
~~For my sight, my focus is the Lord.
In trust, I send the blue whale’s song: my moan moves low and long around the ocean.
~~For my loud call, I know the Lord is sound.
In truth, I am a child: I am the most ferocious beast in trust.
~~For my command of running land and flying sky and swimming sea, I trust the Source of speed and sight and sound; in truth, my fierce and fervent trust is in the Lord.
Blessed is the true seeker, the wayfarer of the hopeful heart, who moves in silent step,
~~Not like a beast that stamps its sodden sign.
The true seeker presses toward the voice of the Beloved the way a ram leaps through mountain mist,
~~But the heedless hides his heart behind him like a promise broken, a friend forgotten, bread unshared.
The selfish, busy piling earthly things which must, in time, turn and tumble, can never be like the true seeker;
~~The sojourner lives as simply as a useful herb that gives its shoots and roots, its leaves, flowers, and seeded fruit.
The wanderer is more at home than kings in palaces because he understands the poor,
~~And his reward is his Beloved’s Word.
Blessed is the true seeker,
~~Whose search for truth is graced.
Make a firm rock, sisters and brothers;
~~Make a foundation stone on the corners of your clasped hands.
In the mountain of God, the rock is found;
~~From Sinai and Seir and Paran, on tablets and scriptures and scrolls, the rock of His Book is founded.
Seven Shepherds call seven folds to the rising hills—the spring lambs are strong—the strong flocks spring through the Gate as one;
~~Seven Shepherds rise from the folding hills.
Look to the holy books, brothers and sisters;
~~Look to the sacred verses for the Spirit of Truth, listen to the psalms of your unfolding voices.
Who is this Spirit of Truth?
~~The Lord of hosts, entering through the everlasting Door.
Lift up your head, Carmel:
~~In His hand, His beauty, ancient as a day lily; in the other, His order, the New Jerusalem.
Who is this Spirit of Truth?
~~The King of glory, Bahá’u’lláh. Selah.
Bring heaven to earth with a new song;
~~Sing the promised day of days.
Praise the Lord with strings to strum and roll the drum;
~~His words once hidden now are open.
Start the circle heart by heart and dance on land and island;
~~Let the line be long, for all belong.
Gather father, great grandfather, woman, man; every human race embrace:
~~Children, childlike, earth and heaven, sing a new song.
I will attend Your paradise garden, my Adored One;
~~I will tend to Your ambrosia, Your begonia, Your chrysanthemum.
I will cultivate Your lifting daffodil, O my Desire;
~~I will care for Your echinacea, Your forsythia, Your geranium.
I will guard Your swaying hydrangea, O Happiness;
~~I will safeguard Your iris, Your jasmine, Your kokam tree.
I will keep Your bobbing lobelia, O Life’s Delight;
~~I will be kind to Your magnolia, Your nasturtium, Your orchid.
I will oversee Your opening petunia, my own Protector;
~~And I will honor by the hour Your quassia, Your rhododendron, Your salvia.
I will see to Your lilting trillium, O Transcendent Lord;
~~I will serve Your urticaceae, Your viscaria,Your wisteria.
I will watch Your stretching xeranthemum, O Excellence;
~~I will work in Your yellow yarrow, Your blazing zinnia, Your ever-flowering fields.
Let my eyes find You, Lord, in the color of melting snow;
~~Let my ears hear You in the sound of an opening rose.
Let my being fill with the fragrance of my longing;
~~Let my prayer touch Your presence as a child’s tongue tastes a gathering breeze.
Let my mouth hold the fruit of Your Word, my senses praise Your pleasure,
~~My heart listen and see.
Ahura Mazda, Brahma, Yahweh, Allah, Father,
~~Great Spirit, Creator, Higher Power:
~~at dawn Your light, in the desert Your bloom, in spring Your promised bud.
You lower beneath our feet Your dominion;
~~ beyond our crown, You lift Your mention.
O God of glory, Lord of praise,
~~how aptly You appear in all Your names!
This is a song of the promised day:
This is a prayer of the day of God:
~~Waken, draw near;
Praise of the return of Christ:
Thank His return in the name of the Father:
Voici un chant du Jour Promis.
Voici une prière du Jour de Dieu.
Lève-toi, approches !
Élève la Gloire de Dieu,
En adoration !
Loue le Retour du Christ
Sois témoin !
Remercie Son retour au Nom du Père
Baisse-toi en adoration !
Son Nom est Bahá’u’lláh !
(Psaume par Marley, traduction libre par Moro)
The main characteristic of this Hebrew poetic form is parallelism, a balanced thought usually presented in two parts. The first part states a thesis and the second part reflects the thesis, usually in one of three ways: repeating the idea, adding to the idea, or opposing the idea.
(Example Psalm 121:6 "The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.")
The title of the collection is "A Crown of Psalms: 150 Poetic Meditations"
Each section can be a separate book.
Each psalm can be a small gift book or a poster page.
Psalms on Our Lips (contemporary themes)
Psalms in Plain Sight (Baha'i themes)
A Peal of Psalms (a children's book)
Psalm: Speak (laments)
Psalm Play (wordplay)
Psalm for a Planet (a long psalm)
My Psalms, His Plans (Covenant psalms)