Here Comes the Morning...

Now, splayed upon the thinning deep

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

My thoughts have a wedding flavor these days...reminiscing:)