Brand New Behoovement

Morning rolled over the eastern skyline like a gold hallelujah-song! 

When morning comes a-beaming like a bride with her true love

And gold grace comes a-streaming from the vault of mercy’s trove

When night falls prey to Day, and day is like a tray heaped high

With second chances, oh it makes us glad to be alive

When dawn is like a beacon where we spar with yup and nope

Yet ever over eastern berm returns a hymn of hope

And when we pause to listen where Time glistens with Brand New

Oh, surely it behooves us to join in its gladness too

When darkness sheds its somber veil and weds the night with Day

When from love’s Holy Grail God pours The More that sustains clay

When what is said and done is not the end if we awake

To sands refurbished with demands of yawn, stretch, give and take

…then surely we are stirred to urge from heaven’s splurge, our best

For surly gods of fear cannot love’s sacred footing wrest

Or hamper the renewal where Time like a jewel gleams

With hallelujah choruses and hope’s victorious streams

© Janet Martin

Each morning hope’s footing is restored with light. Hallelujah!

The Lord looks down from heaven on the sons of men

to see if there are any who understand,

any who seek God.

Ps.14:2