On Filling Dawn's Framework...

Dawn breaks night’s dark fathoms,

Pink flare on the air

Then it pales; blue-gray gambrel

Pitched over earth’s isles

Duty’s silent summons

Bridles fancy’s stares

Where we are responsible

For time's fresh-birthed whiles

Then praise God and thank Him

For something to do

Be glad for toil’s favor

And purpose to prove

Morning to evening

Melts like drops of dew

In hands full of labor

And hearts full of love

When night’s jet-black finger

Refurbishes skies

And brushes this come-and-go

To eternal rest

When at dusk we linger

To watch its demise

Pray we will be glad to know

We gave it our best

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
² He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
³ He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.

⁴ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

⁵ You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
⁶ Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell^[a] in the house of the Lord
Forever.