Of midnight-blue and moon-kissed sleep
The morning comes; a Father’s grace
Bends low to kiss Time’s up-turned face
For what we held of yesterday
Is over now and gone away
We turn where mercy-doors swing wide
As morning comes; a beaming bride
…and we, Time’s honored guests embrace
This invitation to God’s grace
The banquet hall of living waits
Where morning comes, ushered through gates
...as here and there a petal falls
To decorate Time's hallowed halls
Where nothing ever really stays
The morning comes; the minstrel plays...
...love's ‘have and hold, from this day forth’
A holy reverence fills the earth
The heavens part, the Master cries
“The morning comes, my friends, all rise”
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!