Grace spills its hues across the land
Dawn scales earth’s phantom brink
Above the sky the artist’s Hand
Airbrushes hope in pink
The dusk-postlude of yesterday
Has sealed its history
We fix our gaze on this new day
And what is yet to be
Dawn freely spills her virgin grace
From portals up above
As we are drawn to the embrace
Of heaven’s patient Love
© Janet Martin
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