A New Chapter Begins...

Its script yet unfathomed

Its page yet unmarred

Its stories unwritten

Where dawn bathes the yard

And morning implores us

To rise; grasp our pen

Beckoning gently

To write once again

We taste Time’s free-fall

We sorrow; we laugh

Dawn fills the air

With its first paragraph

Beneath our fingers

And feet we employ

Ink-drops of anguish

And whispers of joy

Over earth’s concave

And crest; beaming bright

Syllables tumble

In morning’s first light

Grace breathes its bounty

And forgives our sins

We trust Time’s Giver

…a new chapter begins

© Janet Martin

Rob and Emily dropped in before heading to their new home last night and I thought to myself, thus a new chapter begins.