More Than Breaking Day...

  

When morn is gently breaking over aspen, silver-frothed

And hills are swaddled in soft, waking purple, whisper-clothed

Then Time feels young, akin to ancient, virgin curves of skin

where its sad, settled endings breathe Mercy’s betrothed ‘Begin’

When Innocence has shaken youth’s first gladness from our eyes

And Time its course has taken where both Truth and madness cries

Still, still, the wonder of a love that never can grow old

Turns midnight skies to morning and its ebony to gold

When childhood is forsaken and our robe of flesh, care-worn

Still, past yon frosted bracken, God unveils a virgin morn

Off-spring of Hope such as graced earth in Bethlehem’s hooray

Mankind bears witness to the birth of more than breaking day

© Janet Martin

We are inundated with fearsome 'breaking news' daily!

But the Master of the Morn,

The Christ-child, earth-born

Reigns
In Heaven
and on earth,
Supreme

To Him, the Kingdom,

 The power and glory,

Forever and ever,

Amen.