Of Ageless Assurances...

 This morning is garnished with a dusting of snow!

The morning melts its mercy in mute mantle, faithfully

Across night’s dark abyss; a new day fills Time’s drinking-bowl

We recognize the measure of our vulnerability

And reach to touch the Hand that sees our body and our soul

We could not bear to suffer long life’s grievances of sod

But for the sure forgiveness of a gracious, loving God

How swift the cup of Time fills up to spill in fond farewell

Of vesper song and velvet shadows on dusk’s dim terrain

How swift we fly from innocence to combat; soon the bell

That tolls the ending of a day will fill the sky again

The synopsis of all we know affirms manifestly

Our uttermost dependence on a Hand we cannot see

The gold expanse of second-chance refurbishes the deeps

Ah, what is man that Love should bleed its patience to the dark?

In synchronized imbuement its taking and giving weeps

And, but for grace Time’s offering would be cheerless and stark

Yet oh, because of grace we do not crumble in despair

But reach to touch the Love that spreads a new day to the air

© Janet Martin

 This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope. The LORD'S loving-kindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.…Lam. 3:21-23

Psalm 103:10 He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities.