Standing Here Watching the Dark Disappear...

Standing here watching the dark disappear roused a thunder of wonder in me…

Torn twixt dread and delight, I stand twixt day and night

The Unknown rides a sacred tide of ever-forward flight

As blush of breaking day rouses the come-what-may

Of slip and stumble, fear’s faith-fumbling ever-forward way

The holiness of hope is more than grab and cope

Its soul-borne quest where want-waves wrest tackles time’s leaning slope

The Light overwhelms the dark and God propels his Ark

With open door toward a shore where morning meets its Mark

Heaven and earth collide where Morning meets His Bride

Dread and delight fuel the fight toward this Great Divide

This ever-forward Flight is more than morn to night

Though eons roll time’s Certain Goal commands our utmost, right?

© Janet Martin

 And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Matthew 25:6