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Monday, February 3, 2014

Of a Door Half-ajar...





Kiss of a new day rests soft on the brow
Mist of its morning wafts on waking dell
Heart-hope of heaven, whisper to us now
As we embark to what? No one can tell

Test of time’s tick-tock commandeers our touch
Love extends grace; we, creatures of dust
Suffer its seasons of sorrow and such
Hilltop and valley to Him we entrust

Merciful Master of moment-embrace
Humbly we step to time’s threshold once more
May it be more than the wind that we chase
As we slip through morning’s half-ajar door

© Janet Martin

 The LORD'S loving-kindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I have hope in Him."…Lam.3:22-24

2 comments:

  1. Thank-you Sue. We have been enjoying a couple of picture perfect days after what has been a harsh and trying winter!

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!