For Struggling Authors...

The morning is to our feet

Like a fresh un-scribbled sheet

What untold possibility

Is poised above its waking lea

…where we, so spill and error prone

Are like a quill; we write upon

This page; how swift our touch disturbs

That vault of adjectives and verbs

…as moments drip their chartered air

Like ink drops from a pen somewhere

The hour grins, a verse begins

Time’s parchment suffers sundry sins

…from struggling authors; blood-sweat-tears

Composes script of yester-years

For all that we cannot erase

Remains forever etched in place

…and yet, a patient Teacher knows

The anguish of life’s highs and lows

Thus granting us in every dawn

…a brand new page to write thereon

© Janet Martin

In the middle of Time's storms of bad news and fear if we listen we can hear Him testify in each new day,

"Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid." Matt. 14:27