By Ana Lisa de Jong —
I will rest under your canopy.
Branches letting in just enough light
that I am shaded
but able to feel the sun.
I will rest under your weight.
Providence allowing just enough pressure
that I might burst my seeds
and learn my strength.
I will rest under your care.
My harvest, the simple pleasures
of living at peace within your domain,
and lining its walls with praise.
‘They will be God’s holy people. And the land will produce for them its lushest bounty and its richest fruit. Then the Lord will provide shade on all Jerusalem – over every home and all its public grounds – a canopy of smoke and cloud throughout the day, and clouds of fire at night, covering the glorious land, protecting it from day time heat and from rains and storms.’
‘My little town is homely as another,
But it is old,
And it is full of trees,
And it is covered with sky…’
From the poem Daily Bread, by Karle Wilson Baker