May Morning...(an oldie re-vamped)

Golden fronds fall from the robe of an angel

 Gilding earth's valleys, blue-brimming with mist

  Into the meadow a King spills his riches 

Diamonds of daylight in every dew-kiss

Brook binds its sash across spring's emerald garments

Through wood-land temples and out to the sea

Forgotten ponds burst with born-again nuance

Turquoise-jade patches on earth’s rugged knee

Gentle breeze rouses the bird from its slumber

Nature’s choristers fill silence with praise

'Sing to the Lord a new song, for His goodness

Draws from the darkness life's measure of days

Yester's red sun, as it slipped from our visage

Tugged from time's fingers our idol of clay 

Now, as a symbol of Heaven-kind mercy

Light fills the hollow of night with new day

  Merciful Master-piece dazzles earth's acre

Where grace allows us a dot on time’s sands

Thankfulness throbs in meek prayer to our Maker

  We feel His Presence soft-touching our hands

© Janet Martin

It is not difficult to see His beauty on a morning like this…

Hoping to be more present eventually...the nice weather compels us to be outdoors tackling long overdue to-do lists!

This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps. 118:24