Receive this poem as a poem –
or set it to the tune of Hymn 655 (O Jesus, I have promised) and let it sing to you:
Unless This Day Be Holy
Unless this day be holy
all days shall blur to one,
as orderly but empty
they march from sun to sun.
But if we keep the Sabbath
through prayer and rest and praise,
we’ll find the sacred meaning
of all our working days.
Our Sabbath, like the lightning
that lifts the curtained night,
shall cast before us shining
what darkness hides from sight:
the wonder and the glory
we dimly sense and feel,
the circling sacred presence
our busy lives conceal.
O let this day be holy
and rich in strength and peace,
and when the day is over
its meaning shall increase,
as day by day we labor
to shape our work and art
to fit the holy visions
that thunder in our heart.
- Thomas H. Troeger, alt by poet 2006
From Borrowed Light
© 1996 Oxford University Press
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