Still may thy sweet mercy spread

A shady arm above my head,

About my paths, so shall I find

The fair Center of my mind

Thy Temple, and those lovely walls

Bright ever with a beam that falls

Fresh from the pure glance of thine eye,

Lighting to Eternity.

~Richard Crenshaw (1613-1649)

Wherever your weekend plans take you, may you find the beauty growing from the cracks, a place to linger under the shady arm of His peace.