What an intro to time's never-before!!!
From amber ambience...
... to glowering blue-gray...
to bashful blush...
...to fiery fervor...
...to hello, sun!
...to gold unstoppered
...to brooding bank lowered...
...and puff! sunrise snuffed in gray
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
From far-flung gates on mercy-shores
To earthy street and slope
The Father of love’s oceans pours
Man’s visage full of hope
He gilds time’s common curves where morn
Overflows gleaming trays
The pasture, sere and dead reborn
Fills man’s visage with praise
Mortal beholds and lifts his cup
From heaven-tinted dust
Toward the Fount that refills up
Man’s visage with meek trust
The sorrow-storms that seem must be
The heartaches we employ
Beneath eons of majesty
Fills man’s visage with joy
…where He who breathes on welkin dark
Moves night with blush and gold
As awestruck passengers embark
Anew on ways of old
…from far-flung gates of mercy-stores
To front row seats of sod
The Keeper of hope’s fathoms pours
Man’s visage full of God
© Janet Martin