Mercy's Bestowal

 Strange, how within an hour the sky can wear so many moods. It rose in bold attire then slipped into nondescript gray.

While dawn is deep

And zephyrs sleep

I sense the waning of its will

Beyond the globe

Night's rigid robe

Begins to melt from eastern rill

The cobalt hue

Of slumb’ring blue

Softens beneath the silent urge

Of amethyst

And lilac mist

Darkness dissolves within its surge

The heaviness

Of midnight’s tress

In wordless wonder slips away

From mercy’s Source

Love’s unseen Force

Bestows to us another day

© Janet Martin

While I was trying to capture the sunrise from my kitchen-window Victoria called to me from the end of the driveway as she waited for the bus 'if you really want to see the sun rise you need to come out to the road' She was right!

It's funny how the view changes when we change our view-point:)

 Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God. 1 Cor. 4:5