Thou Shalt Be Awakened

He Is StirringPsalm 42:7

A man embarrassed by his own eyes at ordinary songs meets a psalm where one deep calls to another, and finds that the calling was never a fault in him.

Deep Calling and No Words For It

Messages

Coming Round in the Queue

Gathered Every Morning and Never Once Hoarded

The Kind One at the Traffic Lights

One Thing, and the Kitchen Still Full of Plates

Somebody on the Shore Before You Knew It

You Do Not Have To Name It Yet

Thursday Belongs to Him Too

Deep Calling and No Words For It

He Knew Every Mile of It and You Lacked Nothing

Nobody Here Commands the Morning

The Reaching Forward That Is Not a Rebuke

The One Who Held You While You Slept

The Ledger Was Nailed to Something

Something Instructing Her in the Night Seasons

Through the Water and Not Alone In It

Turn Aside and See

He Restores a Soul at an Ordinary Table

The Hill Was Full and He Could Not See It

He Walked Away Limping and Blessed

I Made You and I Will Carry You

Wakened the Way a Man Is Wakened

The Keeper Does Not Sleep on the Keeping

The Play He Watched Through Glass

Covered With a Hand While the Glory Passed

White Already, and Nobody Looking Up

The Doors Were Shut and He Did Not Break Them

In the Morning He Hears the First Thing You Say

Even in Laughter, and He Is Not Fooled

My Song in the Night, and I Did Not Choose It

Joy in the Morning and No Date Attached

The Handwriting Was Hers and the Faithfulness Was His

Two Notches Down

He Came to the Party and He Stayed

I Sleep, But My Heart Is Awake

His Presence Went With Her to the Third Shift

A Fire Shut Up and No Name For It Yet

He Knows Not How, and It Grows Anyway

In the Cool of the Day, and He Is Walking

Moving on the Face of the Waters

A Hiding Place That Is a Person

He Gives His Beloved Sleep and Then the Morning

More Here Than You Counted

Written in the Book Before She Could See It

He Was Walking With Them the Whole Way

Taste and See, in a Kitchen at Eleven

My Father Is Still Working in This Garage

Very Near, In Your Mouth, In Your Heart

Surely He Was Here and She Did Not Know It

A Candle Going Through the Rooms

Drawn Out of the Water at His Speed

No Condemnation, and She Kept Reading It Anyway

This Is the Day and She Is Standing In It

He Comes Like Rain and Rain Comes Back

Beautiful In Its Time, Including the Quiet Part

Sitting Down Beside Without Fixing It

Open My Eyes, He Said, and He Had Been Reading for Years

East From West, and No One Is Measuring

A Cloud the Size of a Hand

Woken by Kindness

The Shutters Go Up and So Does the Faithfulness

Heavy With Sleep and They Still Saw Him

No Speech, and It Has Been Speaking All Week

The Eagle Stirs the Nest and Does Not Drop the Young

The Day Got Here While You Were Asleep

A Bruised Reed and Nobody Is Snapping It

New Every Morning Is Not a Slogan on a Mug

Glad on the Outside of a Party

Ordered From Evening Until Morning

The Hand on Your Shoulder Is Not Angry

Today I Must Stay at Your House

Under the Feathers Until It Is Safe

Lovingkindness Before the Kettle Boils

Whose Spirit God Had Raised, and They Just Went

Every Tear Was Kept, Including the Ones She Never Cried

Morning by Morning He Wakens the Ear

He Binds It Before He Opens It

It Is Springing Up and You Are the Last to Hear

You Were Never Not With Me