Monday, December 3, 2012

Of Senses



 

As day breaks across the land
And night fades to the sky
I sense above, a Higher Hand
Moving the dark awry

And in the purple hush
Of fragile solitude
I sense beneath His tender brush
My waning strength renewed

Then, when the sky is full
Of morning’s virgin gleam
I sense within love’s patient pull
The will to dance and dream

 © Janet Martin

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