Poetic Bloomings blooms with the Aubade today
Like a grand, golden trumpet the sun heralds break of day
Beneath heaven-set timing zephyr-violinists play
The birth of time’s fresh offspring fills the hills of earth
with praise
As all creation sings a hymn to the Maestro of days
The table on the east lays out its feast of daily Bread
The poor and rich alike are at the mercy of time’s Head
The wise will recognize Love’s grace that grants the sacred ‘yes’
That lights the day that lights the way that none have traveled yet
The crimson lily blushes and the brook in yonder mead
Like pink platinum ribbon binds the green bank to its thread
The woodland bursts with jubilee where feather-throated
throng
Without a care gild dawn’s young air with nature’s purest
song
How lovely is the hope that spills beyond the reach of earth
Save in the prayer that climbs the air that chimes with virgin
birth
Ah, holy, holy, holy brims from lowly hearts of men
Where Hallelujah overflows time’s cup of woes again
© Janet Martin
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