Friday, August 3, 2012

Beholding Anew...



It rises and descends alike, in coral symmetry
Across the tasseled landscape rolls the morning’s misty sea
Up from the muted skyline; from the vaulted astral slope
The deeper hour dissipates in mercy-tinted hope

Shoulders that bore the somber mantle of a midnight shroud
Respond to whispers soft and gentle of the softened cloud
As Fingers gently smooth away nocturnal overtones
And darkest night is turned to day; pink river on the stones

It rises and descends alike; the overtures of prayer
From lips of men to heart of God; our triumph and despair
From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn His power cannot fail
And soon our earth-dimmed eyes behold the rending of night’s veil

A multitude of miracles unfold each mortal hour
Pouring from Mystery’s bosom to earth’s sun and shadow bow’r
Up from the muted skyline; from the astral vaulted slope
We lift our eyes; behold anew the nail-scarred Hands of hope

© Janet Martin

That’s the way it was this morning; an ocean of pink-misted mercy
flooding the land as it fell from the sky…


 Though he brings grief, he will show compassion,
    so great is his unfailing love.  
 For he does not willingly bring affliction
    or grief to anyone.
Lam. 3:32-33

1 comment:

  1. Rises and descends alike!
    Deeper hour dissipates in mercy tinted hope!
    it rises and descends alike; the overtures of prayer
    From lips of men to heart of God !!
    Shoulders that bore the somber mantle of a midnight shroud
    Respond to whispers soft and gentle of the softened cloud!!!
    darkest night is turned to day; pink river on the stones
    It rises and descends alike

    Ah! the sun rise! Glorious Lord !! above it all , through it all

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