Out on the skyline the morning brims, red
Time’s surreal storehouse is not empty yet
To God the glory, to mankind the call
As we return to love’s laboring all
Giver and taker alike co-exist
Golden twilight to dawn’s silver-soft mist
Draped on a lintel of yesterdays, my
How its sheer tenure oft vexes the eye
Yet even now spills what no man can keep
Voracious volley of swift season-sweep
Ah, the heart’s fabric is twisted and stretched
Yet never torn as new patterns are sketched
We, beneath pencils that none can control
Of sunset stencils and daybreak cajole
Set our sights on Time’s packed street of sod
Primed with a sheet of miles no one has trod
Though it may seem that we often repeat
Daily routines, newness spills at our feet
Pray to the Lord as He draws on the sky
Mankind’s reward of new moments to try
That we embrace what God’s grace gifts to dust
…life is a highway of learning to trust
As, out on the skyline a new day brims red
God’s storehouse of mercy is not empty yet
© Janet Martin
The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. Lam. 3:22-23
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