Of Cleansed Cups

The wind gathers mute moments spent

And it is foolish to lament

A season that has passed away

Or pine again for yesterday

Look! Look! Upon night’s waning main

God paints His patience once again

                                

The cup that claimed our innocence

And cradles action’s recompense

Would be our loathsome fear, but then

Because of grace does not condemn

The Hand that holds the universe

Cleanses this cup of Satan’s curse

Beyond this journey, moment-cast

The Prize we seek bids us hold fast

Though yesterdays accumulate

And pinnacles evaporate

Hope fills this chalice with fresh grains

The timeless grace of God remains

The winds gather mute moments spent

And we would drown in time’s lament

But for the grace of Calvary

And Faith in what we cannot see

Look! Look! God’s heaven fills with dawn

And kindly bids us journey on

© Janet Martin

"I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more. Isa. 43:25