November-frost Dawn

(a photo does not glisten so it cannot capture the full glory)

 O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.
. Ps.96:9

Dawn rolls from gates of gold; it tolls from belfries of the sky

Mankind is grandly humbled by Time’s virgin filigree

Where barren countryside is clothed in colors of a bride

And we are dumb-struck sailors on its silver diamond-sea

The glory of the Lord descends, befriends the blade of grass

Each lowly sprig a princess and each gnarly twig a king

Spectators pause, uncertain in earth’s hoary house of glass

Such lower class in this vault of Unstoppered Glistening

God’s grace erases darkness; clothes this thoroughfare of dirt

In vesture fit for angels; He grants glimpses of Yon Shore

In Portraits of Redemption, white as snow He crowns Time’s hurt

Man bears witness to heaven-ness and pursues it once more

© Janet Martin

Wishing you a worship-full day.
This morning it seemed as if all creation joined in this song of praise...