Speechless Praise

I stood on the fringe of a dark new-born day

And I couldn’t think of the right words to say

To He who saw fit

To extend a bit

Time’s affidavit of gold and gray

I stood on the edge of a ledge, soft, surreal

Caught, as it were, on time’s still-turning wheel

And I couldn’t think

The sky was so pink

And earth but a wink beneath heaven’s appeal

I stood on the brink of vast, imminent Past

Motionless while moments hasten so fast

Speechless, I bow

On this God-granted Now

Beneath the glow of Love’s new mercy-cast

I stood on the fringe of new day’s sacred ground

What can I say where the night, morning-crowned

Spills ‘round my feet

And out onto the street?

…thought repeats ‘thank-You’ with nary a sound

© Janet Martin