Psalm 26:8

O Lord, I love the house in which you dwell,
    and the place where your glory abides.

Abide in me, Lord,

as You abide

in all things rich

with life,

in all things that enrich

my life,

in all things that nourish

the soul,

in sunsets,

in fiery oranges

that stretch across

the sky before dipping

and disappearing with the sun,

extinguished by the night,

in sunrises,

in cool pink skies

that giggle and then elbow

and pinch and shove away the night

to make room for the morning,

in birdsong,

in the first song

that I hear every morning,

in the gentle, hollow cooing

of the Mourning Dove, followed

by the wind-chime melody of the mockingbird,

in color,

in flowers that survive

the late summer scorching sun

and revive themselves in the morning dew,

reds and oranges, a cooling fire that mocks

the sun and refuses to die.

Abide in me, Lord,

as You abide here.

Abide in me

and fill me with life.

Amen.