This Day

This day
is your love-gift to us.
This dawn,
we take it from your hand.

Make us busy in your service
throughout its hours,
yet not so busy
that we cannot
sing a happy song.

And may the south wind
blow its tenderness
through our hearts,
that we bear ourselves
gently towards all.

And may the sunshine of it
pass into our thoughts,
so that each shall be
a mirror of your thought,
noble and right.

from Hebridean Altars, Alistair MacLean, Moray Press 1937

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