The vault that holds the sun
Above earth’s pleading arc
Of want and need as time-frames bleed
Softens its veil of dark
Another day is born
Yester’s morrow bestows
Unblemished boon of morning-noon
To good-night, dear fellows
Sun-rise, sunset, oh my
The heart struggles to hold
The gossamer of time’s whisper
Wringing the air of gold
Good morning, little day
Beaming from heaven’s door
Where Mercy grants its newborn chance
Like none ever before
© Janet Martin…
This morning when I wrote this the sun had just begun, but I didn't get a chance to post it: now
it is slip-slipping away after a day at a family reunion.
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!