Daily Signet

A New Song

If I am to sing with hallowed sounds that move through my far reaches, 
it will only be to the extent I am made new.
The new reaches beyond what others have sung unto times 
measured into holy breaths that burst into growth and leap into joy.
An unbounded focus of spirit intoned upon this place, this time, this body of mine, 
must find its own voice, its own song. 
Oh sing, my God through me that I might exalt what lies hidden within me.
So brief my days.
So eternal my joy.
Oh sing, my God, through me a gloria of life drawn to me;
a gloria of life drawn from me --a new song sung unto the Lord with joy. Amen.

Benjamin Martin

On This Day…

Walt Whitman born 1819 in New York, died 1892: poet, essayist, journalist
Works: Leaves of Grass, Song of Myself, I Sing the Body Electric
Quotes: “And your very flesh shall be a great poem.” “Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.” “Re-examine all that you have been told --- dismiss that which insults your soul.”