Like a Flower From God...

Dawn’s flagon overflows, its hour flowers, pink and gold

The haze of days gone by purples the brink of Still Untold

It breaks the black bowl flecked with silver stars, it wakes earth’s bars

And splays upon green field and lawn, a veil of fallen stars

Tomorrow is not broken yet and yesterday is nil

The aftermath of choice is full of virgin choices still

Today awaits, let not the gates of heaven ope in vain

As Time becomes a tide of light and mercy’s ‘try again’

The weight of worry can be like a pack upon the back

Its fear can commandeer our lack of trust; turn morning black

Oh God in Heaven, help us to relinquish the Unknown

And trust that Hand that sets on sinking sand, hope’s stepping-stone

The way from here to There is fraught with unexpected turns

The heart must learn to bears its share of ache where hunger burns

With The Intangible Awareness of an awesome flask

That fills dawn’s flagon with much more than misery and task

The severance of seasons is a smooth and subtle rend

It startles the onlooker caught where past and future blend

And, though The End is not in sight, we stand where petals lie

The morning, like a flower from God’s love to you and I

© Janet Martin

Last night was a black demon(the kind only talking to God can overcome)

robbing me of sleep, deep into its wee hours...

This morning the sky is a flower in God's hand.

Let's make the most of what often seems like nothing out of the ordinary,
until something shakes that oblivion, and wakes us to its wonder!