Wednesday, December 4, 2013

On Colors and Constance



 now, the same branch; different day


The veil that cast the dark has softened to a weeping gray
No morning splendor spreads its feast to herald another day
Nor gilded leaf inspiring on canvas azure-pure
Each stem of yester’s silver sweep is plebian, obscure

We press our eyes to yonder scrim and scan the demure day
Content; we know the love of Him is constant, gold or gray
The back-drop of our testing toil does not express the heart
Of He who thrills and fills our window-frames with season-art

God’s love abides; greater by far than drops of gold or gray
He stuns our minute grasp as we behold Him day by day
For His love is unchangeable; it drenches smile or tear
Come now and praise His name for oh, another day is here

© Janet Martin

yesterday and today are two opposite extremes...yesterday morning a sparkling wonderland...

 today...gray.

In the song of Zechariah I love this phrase...'through the tender mercy of our God when the day shall dawn upon us from on high to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death to guide our feet in the way of peace.'...Luke 1: 78-79

1 comment:

  1. Different seasonal hues,,,likewise different hues in life, but we are being looked after by god always:)

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