Friday, March 15, 2013

Midnight Peace


Beneath the star-frothed sky
I feel so very small
And yet it seems I touch
The Hand that made it all

The vastness of its scope
Is but a glimpse of grace
It fills my heart with hope
As I feel Love’s embrace

Beneath ebony deep
I am but a dot
What peace to know that He
Knows all that I do not

© Janet Martin

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