Daily Signet

And Now, quieted here,
we hear again
the melodies we have learned,

the songs we will hum as
temple dissolves to tabernacle,
and we begin a journey,
bearing within table, altar, holy book
and blessed pilgrim’s shell.
As the egg holds life, we bear light.
As the seed encases hope, we gather the tunes
that remember yesterday’s now
and bring up tomorrow’s sun.

Teri Martin