What is this awesome thing I see
Breaking through yonder scrim?
Gleaming with opportunity
A wondrous, wordless hymn
What is this tender gift of grace
Bestowed in spite of we
Who often thoughtlessly embrace
Its virgin purity?
Oh pray, what is this glorious gift
Pushing dark folds away
In mercy-streams; oh what is it?
Why, it is a new day
© Janet Martin
It is wrapped in blue-gray today! Land and sky...