Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Here in the Crook 'o Morning



PAD Challenge day 23: write a location poem



Here in the crook o’ morning
We cannot tell what lies
Begging at our doorsteps
Within time’s hungry eyes

The troubadour of sorrow
Or minstrel of our song
Aligns; yesterday’s morrow
Refurbishes the dawn

We touch our heart to heaven
…our feet to living’s dirt
Where have and holding renders
Love’s ever-sacred hurt

…and here in morning’s cradle
Of virgin imminence
We beseech Mercy’s favor
For gracious providence

© Janet Martin

 



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