Though we are still waiting for this year's blossoms we know they will come...
It unfolds the horizon-line
Where new day spills applause
It probes the bud with spring sunshine
It orders nature’s laws
It braves with song, the darkest dark
Long, long before the light
It testifies in rainbow-arc
It goads blind faith with sight
It stuns in flower-rivers, oh,
It runs from yonder deep
And fills earth's rill with laughter
After winter’s icy keep
It bears both joy and sorrow
Nothing can replace its Stead
A mainstay we may borrow
When tomorrow groans with dread
It atones for our failure
And it cannot wane or err
A bulwark in an era
That is bent on change and fear
It cheers, timeless and tender
It wears sunrise and sunset
It ravishes with splendor
Mankind’s unrelenting debt
It coaxes from the furrow
The allotment of a seed
And it tends the tiny sparrow
As it tends man’s humble need
It dares us to be bolder
And it dares the heart to trust
As it dares our forms to shoulder
Life's Unknown on frames of dust
It is a gentle whisper
It is a chastening rod
And it abides forever
This;
The Promises of God
© Janet Martin
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