The woods, veiled in the distance
Crowns the border of the land
The earth; refreshed and glistening
‘Neath the Giver’s gracious hand
Where pastures, parched and pleading
Longed for nectar, pure, divine
Emerald fields ripple with promise
Replenished by heaven’s wine
The heart, veiled with the body
And the body, fresh from sleep
Have relinquished yester’ sorrow
For it is not ours to keep
But the hour pleads with Promise
And we dare not dance in vain
So we drink the Spirit’s nectar
Replenished by holy rain
The border of the hour
Is a phantom consciousness
Yet we recognize the Power
Whereby it is lent to us
The known, veiled in the distance
By a mist of vast unknown
Draws our hearts from fear’s resistance
To the footstool of His throne
© Janet Martin
His Word to the believer
Is what rain is to the earth
This is the day the Lord has made,
Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps. 118:24
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