Saturday, August 16, 2014


New day rises, its surprises
Still fanciful and intact
Where life’s love and longing draws us
To an untarnished tarmac
For in spite of surly let-downs
And sorrows not yet subdued
Dawn dismantles from Time’s Unknown
Hope and committal renewed

Mercy’s gateway grafted grandly
On a foothold wrought of air
Draws us, burden-bent and scraggly
Forward on our here to There
For no boast or bold adorning
Can compare in its display
To the debut of a morning
As God grants another day

Come, let us reason together
Dare we with ill-tempered trust
Base elation on the weather
Or in fragile frames of dust?
Ah, the doorway to faith’s freeway
Swings on hinges heaven-shod
Where day rises; its surprises
Spilling from the will of God

 Janet Martin

 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? 
If God is for us, who can be against us?
Romans 8:31


  1. Beautiful writing, Janet and your garden is lovely.
    I so love the flowers of summer.
    Soon they will be gone and replaced by the beautiful fall colors that I love as much.

    Happy Sunday to you and yours ...

  2. The flowers seem to thrive this summer in our abundance of rain! Nature has a visual treat in every season, doesn't it?

    Happy Sunday to you too!


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