Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Gold-wrapped Present

This morning the air, like flaming shook foil wrapped The Present...

Look, where on yonder berm the air
Is like a golden-tinseled Thing
A gift that beckons us to dare
To reach and tug at mercy’s string

…then, as the wrapping falls away
To reveal what Time sets adrift
Pray, that in this new day we may
Find He who graced us with its gift

© Janet Martin

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