It's Morning...

The elements that shaped the midnight deep fade like the mist

That draped the valley where the golden tide of morning kissed

And banished its broad shadow, unfolding before our eyes

The diamond sheaf of dewy leaf and mercy’s common prize

The thundering of thought and stillness slips into the blue

The beckoning of heaven’s witness draws us to the avenue

Of slips and stumbles, hope and heartache’s tender-sweet caress

Where haughty man and humble share love’s selfsame tenderness

It’s morning; gone the river of ebony shimmering

Upon the cusp of trampled dust the unveiled glimmering

Of all that we cannot yet see, trembles in the embrace

Of He who cares for you and me with kind and patient grace

It’s morning; soon the bustle of mid-day will steal its hush

Where money-changers grapple and bold bargain-hunters rush

Darling, we shoulder ink-drops while the busy hour sweeps

The aftermath of midnight where an ocean's whisper weeps…

© Janet ~