Thursday, December 20, 2018

Sky-art (No Charge!)

 The past few mornings, after many gray day-breaks, have been totally wow-some!

The skyline stretches
Where whispers unfold
Stark raven sketches
On canvas red-gold

Rivers of colour
Burgeon, brim and spill
Over yon border
Across vale and hill

Dream-lands grow dormant
Dim; then disappear
Lost in a torrent
Of soft pink veneer

Hearts burst with wonder
Eyes gape, wide with awe
Praising the author
Of Time’s lofty law

Of His grace extended
Of love’s fortitude
Of blunder amended
With Mercy renewed

…of glory adorning
Earth’s sliver of sod
Of skies charged with morning
And hope charged with God

© Janet Martin

(this passage never loses its beauty)

 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end; 
 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.


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