Monday, December 10, 2012

Come, Come Sweet Virgin Day...



 

Come, come, oh virgin day
Loitering on the breeze
For soon you slip away
To tune our memories

Reveal your mystery then
Moment by moment grace
From heaven down to men
From God to our embrace

What spurs Time’s moment-hues
To pour from springs above
While we use and abuse?
Ah yes, it must be Love

So come, sweet virgin day
Canvas of want and will
For soon your songs will play
At night when all is still

© Janet Martin

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