Thursday, March 16, 2017

Mercy-tide




 God's 'Good-morning' to us is uttered where all who look will hear...


The deft brush of darkness that deepened its blue
And feathered familiar vistas from view
Frees from yonder fathoms faint first-fruits of age
Etches trees in raven sketch on pastel page

The easel that eases evening from the air
And teases the tempest of color from stare
Bestows, from a palette hinged to heaven’s berth
A rose, gold and violet unveiling of earth

The fire that dimmed in embers on the west
Rekindles the east-facing scrim with hope’s zest
Where worship and wonder and want-wizened gaze
Adheres to the Mercy that meters man’s days

© Janet Martin

 Praise ye the LORD. 
O give thanks unto the LORD; 
for he is good: 
for his mercy endureth for ever.
Psalm 106:1


1 comment:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.