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.