Arise, my beloved, morning has come.
The moon yields softly to the rising sun.

Come with me under morning skies 
From birds the psalms of joy arise.

Creation lies in glorious view.
Spirit shines in the morning dew.

From fertile earth sweet scents arise
Incense pleasing to El Shaddai.

Come quickly, beloved, morning has come.
Let us go forth in the rising sun.

©2021Martha Hurwitz