Light of Love

Love reaches to the earth

And rends night’s deepest hour

From sepulchers of darkest dark

Comes Morning’s radiant power

Love does not snuff the wick

In mercy's vaulted dome

But lights the dawn with hope and grace

And wonder from His throne

Love does not seal our doom

But flings its gates ajar

Its wonder free to one and all

Love loves us as we are

© Janet Martin

Imagine if one day, the Light was gone...

On a more mundane note: this glorious morning light is revealing dust, spills, fingerprints. Off to do some polishing and scrubbing.