For the beauty of the earth

For the beauty of the earth …
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise …

I’ve been remembering that a year ago I was part of a chorus that sang “For the Beauty of the Earth” and “The Blue Green Hills of Earth” for Earth Day. That night I wished we could stay and sing them over and over again, and I wish we could come back together and sing them again now, but YouTube will have to do.

For the Beauty of the Earth, https://youtu.be/-0qQyW0W0Rw
John Rutter

For the beauty of the earth
For the beauty of the skies
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies
Over and around us lies

Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise

For the beauty of the hour
Of the day and of the night
Hill and vale and tree and flower
Sun and moon and stars of light
Sun and moon and stars of light

Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise

For the joy of human love
Brother, sister, parent, child
Friends on earth and friends above
For all gentle thoughts and mild
For all gentle thoughts and mild

Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise

The Blue Green Hills of Earth, https://youtu.be/fN7iPUVJfqI
Kim Oler, from Missa Gaia by Paul Winter

For the earth forever turning,
For the land, for skies and sea,
To our Source we sing returning
Home to our blue green hills of earth.

For the mountains, hills and pastures
In their silent majesty
For the stars, for all the heavens
Sing we our joyful praise to Thee.

For the sun, for rain and thunder,
For the seasons’ harmony,
For our lives, for all creation
Sing we our joyful praise to Thee.

For the earth forever turning,
For the lnd which gave us birth,
To our Source we sing returning
Home to the blue green hills of earth.

Rivers, not reservoirs

Don’t think about saving your love as if you’re going to need it later. We’re meant to be rivers, not reservoirs.

~ Bob Goff, Everybody Always (paraphrase)

Welcome, child of God

I love walking through these doors at the Morrisville United Methodist Church. I’m pretty sure these words are intended for the children of the Montessori school there, but they make me feel special, too.

My bridge, our town

If you love a place as I love this place, how could you not love all the places in this world that other people call home? And if we did, how could there not be peace on Earth?

I was thinking of the hymn “This Is My Song, O God of All the Nations” when I took this picture this morning:

This is my song, O God of all the nations,
a song of peace for lands afar and mine
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine;
but other hearts in other lands are beating
with hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.

My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
and sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine;
but other lands have sunlight too, and clover,
and skies are everywhere as blue as mine:
O hear my song, thou God of all the nations,
a song of peace for their land and for mine.

https://youtu.be/H8FPOjgX07c

Good to go

Getting ready to move house – literally. Change is so hard. It usually feels safer just to stay in one place. And then they tell you that if they’re careful, they can move this 234-year-old stone house across a narrow bridge and down the road a quarter mile, and you think, well, maybe it would be ok to let my world change just a little …

(The former Odette’s, a local landmark in New Hope PA)

Lifted high

Last one from Monday in Philly: St. Clement’s

“They put him to death by hanging him on a tree; but God raised him on the third day … He commanded us to preach to the people and to testify … ” ~ Acts 39-40, 42

Reach high

Still processing some photos from my Monday am in Philly. I love the Philadelphia mural arts program. Even in the shadows, this one glows.

“Reach High and You Will Go Far,” Josh Sarantitis, 20th & Arch