Incessant Invitation...

We wait, debate and contemplate an hour’s incessant spawning

Darkness deflates, dawn’s swollen lakes spill over midnight’s awning

And like a bud that holds the folds of miracle and wonder

Time's gate unbars flower-like stars to spill its fill asunder

How soon the swoon of morn to noon to full moon fills our pockets

Life’s marketplace of grief and grace replenishes heart-lockets

Its flight ignites insights; invites of vaporous vexation

Dare us to snare from gifted air glints of paper elation

My, my the sky is full of Why yet you and I, loved dearly

By He who fills earth’s season-sills, are never ‘merely, merely’

He moves the Gate we contemplate; moments like budding flowers

Unfold dawn-gold from heaven-holds to fills our hands with hours

© Janet Martin


 I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage; yes, wait for the Lord
Ps. 27: 13-14