Alarm-clocks seep through slumber-lands across the waking
globe
Where morning dons from unseen Hands a fresh and gleaming
robe
We rise to our thoughts and prayers; God hears and knows
each one
While grace unfurls to earthy streets clean stairs to Heaven’s
throne
Those farewell shades of blue on east and pink against the
west
Reverse; and draw us from our little interlude of rest
Then clap those hands and sing for joy; the One who keeps us
all
Offers clean hours to employ; we ought to heed His call
Too soon the drip of seasons slip to kindness wrought in
thought
Today rolls in across a rift that yesterday we sought
It held those things we didn’t do and knew we could or
should
Today unfolds in second chances from a gracious God
© Janet Martin
In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly. Ps. 5:3
It seems your lake time was fruitful toward creative thought! What a great haven - I can almost smell the fresh water-clean air on your dock!
ReplyDeleteJanet,
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is so beautiful and you are so inspiring.
Wonderful poem!
Have a blessed and wonderful day.
Cyndy, we've been going there for years. I LOVE it! I actually had to get my 'land-feet' when we came back and it took a couple of days after spending a lot of time on that floating dock!
ReplyDeleteThank-you Margie, you are always so sweet!
Have a great week-end!