Mercy's Memento

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...Then morning, like a beaming bride

Dawns giddy with hope undeterred

Want’s weighted ways, ah, set aside

For who can hide from heaven stirred

With virgin opportunity?

Bygone clenches its keeping glove

From darling doors we cannot see

God pours to shores of longing, Love

Resistance and persuasion vies

Where faith and fear flounder and fight

Silence thunders with bleeding sighs

on battlegrounds hidden from sight

Stilling, gushing from a fount sky-high

To our hungering embrace

God tilts the lilting thing called Time

And fills our spills and ills with grace

There is no doorway to the Past

To bind us to its suffering

From prisons braved and ever-cast

Emerges a most wondrous Thing

Untouched, unmarred, in spite of us

Morning is not a cruel facade

But Mercy’s memento because

Hope, love and grace abound, from God

© Janet Martin