A New Day Climbs Time's Tresses...

Past scraggly troubadours etched black against a beaming scrim

A new day climbs time’s tresses as God blesses man once more

Through star-strung gates dark dissipates; ten million beacons dim

Where hymns of hope and wonder without reservation pour

How tall the sky, how small am I beneath its mighty blue

And what a multitude of holy blunder, human race

For Man is not a lost cause on some whim-tossed avenue

No, no; for us God fills, refills and spills love's jars of grace

Eons cannot contain the rubric of His faithful care

Again, again time’s wellspring with new measure thrills the skies

Forbid that we forget the One who tunes this cup of air

And never deviates from Passion’s blood-bought enterprise

A new day climb’s time’s tresses; the beauty of duty hails

Ah, what is man that we are privy to delights so fair

That we should drink the loveliness of earth from heaven’s grail

And touch the hem of mercy through the transport of a prayer

© Janet Martin

Have you stood beneath today’s Mighty Blue and thanked God for it?