Beneath the Leaning Sky

PAD Challenge day 28: Write a settled poem

When morning strikes her match

Beneath the leaning sky

It seems to me we almost catch

A twinkle in God’s eye

For Goodness is not cupped

In midnight’s yearning deep

And where dusk’s settled verdicts supped

Now virgin hours leap

Beneath the leaning sky

Where morning’s yesterday

Delighted and bereaved our sighs

Grace kindly lights our way

And from God’s vaulted thought

Beyond mortal mind-grasp

He sweeps our yesterday to naught

And settles it as Past

It seems to me we catch

A glimpse of paradise

As Mercy unfetters a latch

In dungeon-darkened skies

The dust of practice runs

Has settled; on Time’s shore

Pardon bestows another dawn

Like none ever before

A twinkle in God’s eye

Hope’s hallelujah spills

From ebony to gilt reply

Across celestial rills

Benevolence delights

The air as midnight-chains

Dissolve; God settles Mercy’s sights

Where time and hope remains

© Janet Martin