Fresh frame of hope stirs, imparting its reach
To unmarked pages of lessons to teach
Up from our slumber we rise to embrace
The soft unveiling of
mercy’s washed face
God’s gracious guidance of Light does not fail
Dawn’s woven wonder in soundless exhale
Melts into morning the darkest of night
Stunning our gaze with its faithful delight
Stitched to the vesture of past, yesterday
Will not torment us again with its fray
But from love’s wellspring that never runs dry
Beauteous advent of Day fills the sky
What will the color of its garment be?
What will it spill to fill vast history?
Momentous miracle, blue, gold and gray
God-granted gift in the birth of Today
© Janet Martin
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