Tuesday, September 16, 2014

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


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