Friday, September 27, 2013

Sacred Sieve





Dark solitude of midnight fills the space
Where dawn has slipped to join all yesterdays
Another day of labor, love and grace
Becomes a picture in thought’s tender gaze

The unknowns of the morn have been unveiled
As hours of daylight flare to fade again
The willingness of Time pours from Love’s grail
In colors mixed according to God’s plan

Heartache and hope in half-breaths synchronize
Faith yearns to touch a Hand we cannot see
But from earth-altars Heaven hears our cries
And comforts those who seek Him earnestly

…and soon the dawn will sweep the dark awry
Another cup of unknowns in Time’s glass
We need not fear; the Painter of the sky
Cradles the sieve through which all colors pass

© Janet Martin

I'm so thankful we cannot see the day's 'colors' in advance...

3 comments:

  1. What a lovely image this is.

    You are so prolific! It never ceases to amaze me.

    =)

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  2. These lines:
    We need not fear; the Painter of the sky
    Cradles the sieve through which all colors pass

    Creative, evocative and meaningful! Keep writing.

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  3. Carolyn, thank-you so much for dropping by and for your words of encouragement.

    Sue, you are such a faithful encourager. Thank-you:)

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