Showing posts with label new day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new day. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Something 'bout The Morning






There is something ‘bout the morning that inspires hope anew
When far and foreign hills appear in night’s receding hue
Where Yonder is a word that wears a fresh, unfaded gown
And wonder is a hurt that flirts twixt Knowing and Unknown

There is something ‘bout the morning that highlight’s Time’s bit by bit
And makes us dearly stagger at the weightless weight of it
For bit by bit becomes the Whole and what we do and say
In bit by bit allotments shapes far more than Yesterday

There is something ‘bout the morning; like a greeting card from God
As our eyes turn heavenward and our feet to sod
And we return, yet never quite, to what dusk-shadows stilled
Of missions not accomplished yet and vision unfulfilled

Futile to try to reconcile the ‘why’ that will not stop
‘Why some drink sorrow’s ocean and others taste but a drop’
Why some have everything and others nothing, so it seems
Futile to reconcile with eyes what faith-hope-trust esteems

There is something ‘bout the morning that replenishes the cup
Where twilight drained its remnant yet by daylight is filled up
Where stumble-fumbles testify at night on our behalf
Still, something ‘bout the morning rouses us to live, love, laugh

© Janet Martin

Good morning! Is it a good-white-April-morning where you are?
Victoria said it feels like her first day back to school after Christmas holidays;-)

As long as my main writing time is in the morning I imagine there will be Morning Poems because there's something 'bout morning that awes, A New every time!

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
 Ps.90:12

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Old 'New'

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Dawn, with impartial whisper wakes
Familiar fellowships and breaks
The bars that lowered deep until
It filled each window-box and sill

How easily the new is old;
Dawn startles midnight seas with gold
As old becomes untried and new
On morning’s sky-wide avenue

And suddenly we are immersed
In second chances, never cursed
To repeat what was brushed away
To that place we call yesterday

Ah, old and new are juxtaposed
Where twilight drew blue curtains closed
Dawn, with untarnished portions spills
New gold to old dusk-darkened hills

...and here, on boulevards unveiled
Time's New pulses where its old failed
As through a fretwork of old lace
Wakes mercy's brand-new day of grace
 
© Janet Martin

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Of Renewed Aspiration



We touch our feet once more
To Time’s familiar way
Of ticking clocks and charted walks
And living’s scattered fray

The mist of life’s unknowns
May veil the hour’s will
But God beholds its ether folds
The pleasant and the ill

We touch our feet upon
Hope’s path of trampled dirt
For God abides where fear resides
In living’s lonesome hurt

Before the purple dusk
Enshrouds this little day
I pray that we live thankfully
And trust God for its way

© Janet Martin