Of Daybreaks and Nightfalls...

The fabric of new day unfolds from heaven’s waning hem

And teases the dark edge of night with gold; its diadem

Dissolves where morning crowns the infancy of what will be

On morrow’s birth, Lord willing, yesterday and History

We, offspring of God’s mercy, (though it seems we oft forget)

Traverse its tide of moments and we cannot rush ahead

Or decline invitations hung upon dawn’s beaming tress

Day breaks, night falls; we rend time’s halls for hope and happiness

The rubric of a lifetime fits in these two elements

The quadrille of seasons entices us to brave its dance

Day breaks, night falls, and in between the birth and death of dates

We push against the odds, pursuing what love celebrates

Time traipses through the stars then falls beneath our learning touch

Fear-stricken and love-smitten we admit there is too much

That we cannot control so we console the circuit of

Daybreak-nightfall with prayer then hold the hands of those we love

Day breaks the sky with what has never been like this before

A virgin sheaf of moments spills from God's will to earth's shore

And (though it seems we oft forget) Time begets holy calls

That we should answer full and well before night's dark cloth falls

© Janet Martin