This morning is garnished with a dusting of snow!
The morning melts its mercy in mute mantle, faithfully
Across night’s dark abyss; a new day fills Time’s drinking-bowl
We recognize the measure of our vulnerability
And reach to touch the Hand that sees our body and our soul
We could not bear to suffer long life’s grievances of sod
But for the sure forgiveness of a gracious, loving God
How swift the cup of Time fills up to spill in fond farewell
Of vesper song and velvet shadows on dusk’s dim terrain
How swift we fly from innocence to combat; soon the bell
That tolls the ending of a day will fill the sky again
The synopsis of all we know affirms manifestly
Our uttermost dependence on a Hand we cannot see
The gold expanse of second-chance refurbishes the deeps
Ah, what is man that Love should bleed its patience to the dark?
In synchronized imbuement its taking and giving weeps
And, but for grace Time’s offering would be cheerless and stark
Yet oh, because of grace we do not crumble in despair
But reach to touch the Love that spreads a new day to the air
© Janet Martin
This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope. The LORD'S loving-kindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.…Lam. 3:21-23
Psalm 103:10 He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities.