Monday, January 14, 2013

Sweet, Sweet New Day...

 Today she is modestly clad in frigid gray...

Sweet, sweet new day, what have we done
That you should thus return
With offerings of patient love
Which far too oft we spurn?

Sweet, sweet new day, what do you hold
Within your mystery?
What waits concealed within the folds
Soon shaping history?

Sweet, sweet new day, pure, pristine path
Soon your robe will be rent
Its hem stained with the aftermath
Of pride and passion spent

Sweet, sweet new day, we don’t deserve
Your kind, gracious embrace
Your predecessors bear witness
Of our sad disgrace

…yet with compassion you entrust
Your moments to our care
While we, pilgrim’s of humble dust
Your joy and sorrow bear

Sweet, sweet new day, humbly I pray
You do not come in vain
Sweet, sweet new day, for you will never
Pass this way again

© Janet Martin

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps.118:24

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