Where Wisp of Mist Unfurls

 In the not quite 6000 posts on this blog I don't believe I've ever written a whole poem of 5-syllable lines, but that's the way it insisted on untwisting from thought today:)

Midnight deep uncurls

Wisp of mist unfurls

From ebony fist

Morning, mercy-kissed

Yesterday, a blip

Crooned upon the lip

Now a new song swells

From hope’s citadels

Tugged from thick of sleep

We wed with the leap

Of open to close

Prelude to repose

The sky is a flow’r

Beaming with the hour

We grasp at its bloom

Soon sealed in Past’s tomb

Then pick up those feet

Time grants no repeat

Delight in the lilt

Of a new day spilt

Cherish the regale

Of inhale-exhale

Drink deep from the swell

That weeps with farewell

Sing, do-rah-me-fah

And loop-de-la-la

For God’s grace exceeds

Man's uttermost needs

© Janet Martin

a wonderful morning worship song!