What do you hold within your hold
New day that breaks through dark with gold
And grants another second chance
To we, the partners in time’s dance
What do you veil where night grows pale
And gathers its gray from earth’s dale
Pink sedums blush, the blue brook laughs
Mercy signs flower-autographs
What do carry in your hand
To vex our plans with the unplanned
What spills from heaven to earth’s sod?
Ah yes, but this, the love of God
© Janet Martin
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