Saturday, May 19, 2012

Of Mystery and Mornings...



The quiet leans in closely
As the early light expands
And navy yields to the caress
Of morning’s gentle hands

Angels in silken garments
Brush the line twixt dark and day
With effervescent whispers
They ease deeper shades away

Mystery treads the stillness
Of the unknown like a bloom
Starting to press the barriers
Of its darkened waiting room

We step onto the shoreline
Of a mighty river’s flow
As He who holds this day’s design
And gives the sun its glow…

…assures us in the solitude
Of grace that will not flea
And He knows every petal
That drifts into Time’s vast sea

The quiet leans in closely
As this hushed and sacred hour
Nudges from the bud unfolding
A new and perfect flower

© Janet Martin

Wait on the Lord and keep His way
And He shall exalt thee to inherit the land.
When the wicked are cut off thou shalt see it. Ps. 37:34



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