Sonnet of Hope

As surely as the night falls comes the dawn

And greater than the Darkness IS the Light

As surely as the Unknown IS the One

Whose Hand is mightier than our fight

Frail witnesses are we of His great love

And mortal tongue can never fully tell

The wonders of His hand beneath, above

Guarding the gates to Heaven and to hell

His grace does not extend this wretched scope

For our self-destruction, but for Hope

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As surely as the autumn comes the spring

We cannot bargain with the Hand of Time

The orchestra of nature’s offering

Is ordered not by law, but the Sublime

As we repeat, footfall upon foot-fall

The agonies and ecstasies of man

Progress is simply history’s recall

Of moment-breaths since time and life began

How futile is the gasp of human race

If we ignore its only Hope; His grace

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As surely as the night falls comes the Dawn

Twilight is but the swansong of an hour

The bud of youth unfolds; a fragrant yawn

Before it renders to the earth its flow’r

We chase the ambient discourse of our thought

To realize what each of us must learn

The only thing of value we have got

Is Now; we tread a path of no return

But still the Hand remains that formed this scope

Of day and night; of death and life and Hope

© Janet Martin

My thoughts and prayers are with a friend facing some heavy 'unknowns' .
Can you pray on her behalf ?
God fills in the blanks of what I am unable to share.

Love you, G.