Friday, January 18, 2013

Mercy's Bestowal



 Strange, how within an hour the sky can wear so many moods. It rose in bold attire then slipped into nondescript gray.

While dawn is deep
And zephyrs sleep
I sense the waning of its will
Beyond the globe
Night's rigid robe
Begins to melt from eastern rill

The cobalt hue
Of slumb’ring blue
Softens beneath the silent urge
Of amethyst
And lilac mist
Darkness dissolves within its surge

The heaviness
Of midnight’s tress
In wordless wonder slips away
From mercy’s Source
Love’s unseen Force
Bestows to us another day

© Janet Martin

While I was trying to capture the sunrise from my kitchen-window Victoria called to me from the end of the driveway as she waited for the bus 'if you really want to see the sun rise you need to come out to the road' She was right!

It's funny how the view changes when we change our view-point:)

 Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God. 1 Cor. 4:5





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