Another Day...

The glory of new morning swells

In burnished gold to field and dell

Where clenched fist of night’s darkest clutch

Softens, uncurls beneath dawn’s touch

As mercy of the Lord bestows

Another day of want and woes

The Light is greater than the dark

Its power cradled in a spark

And now the shadow melts beneath

The gilded tide of heaven’s wreath

As somber shades of night recoil

To lend another day of toil

Already virgin moments run

Their minute course beneath the sun

While we, proprietors of them

Employ the surge of gifted gem

As God grants from His kind embrace

Another day of hope and grace

© Janet Martin