Of Veils and Tides...

 Morning dawned, an orange crease in black...it seems the wall of cloud is reluctant to dissipate...

The veil that drew across the fell

Where past and tomorrow ally

Recedes; as from the mystic swell

Of time a new day fills the sky

The awesome import of its grace

Where expectation spars with dreams

Anoints our weariness; we trace

The skyline where a new day gleams

This gifted chance to live and love

Compels us to return with zest

To labor in the treasure trove

Of heaven’s merciful bequest

…for soon the veil, if Time abides

Will snuff the hours that implore

But now in faith we forge its tides

To God the glory evermore

© Janet Martin

It is the LORD who created the stars, the Pleiades and Orion. He turns darkness into morning and day into night. He draws up water from the oceans and pours it down as rain on the land. The LORD is his name! Amos 5:8