Monday, August 18, 2014

Of Daybreak and Devotion

Pasture of summer streams heavy with leaf
Countryside silvered with morning’s first sheaf
God’s exclamation points cover the earth
Wonder anoints our worship with worth
Not by the boast of what we have to bring
But by His uttermost; love’s offering

Daybreak drinks darkness; our hope over-flows
Breath-scape of beauty; the sky is a rose
Where dawn unfolds like a bud from the deep
Glimmer of blush on night’s ebony cheek
Murmur of turquoise caresses deep blue
God pours out mercy; the old is made new

Sing to the Lord for we are not alone
Life is a highway from known to unknown
We, its wayfarers of season-stroked sod
Embark anew on our journey to God
Morn wakens miracles to stun our gaze
Awe wills the words of our Want into praise

© Janet Martin

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations. Ps. 100


  1. One of my favorite morning poems:

    Out of the scabbard of the night
    By God's hand drawn
    Flashes His shining sword of light
    And Lo, the dawn!

    Yours is a gentle unfolding of the same-old, ancient cluster of praise.

  2. Thank-you for introducing me to the words of Frank Dempster Sherman! Glorious.


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