Praise-worthy Promise-keeper

The weightless gates of morning fling night’s crepuscule afar

Mankind is caught between ‘has been’ and doors that stand ajar

Holy, the berm that lends the terms of time and grace to us

Where hope and faith are more than riders of fate’s Pegasus

The pasturelands and grandstands of our less-than-docile flight

Emerge from splurge of dewy dusk to fill our Musts with light

Where Beckoning and Reckoning go hand in hand, for we

Cannot escape the aftermath of deed’s proclivity

Wise counsel, stellar, though it stings when chiding childish lust

Is like a canon where change cannot touch its timeless trust

And though fools disregard it for the school of lower wont

The few who study its decree find treasure in its font

This day-to-day of gentle grace that grants our morn-to-morn

Is a rubric for human race to grant grace in return

For we are all in need of love’s kindness to urge and cheer

Like kindred journeymen sharing the common bond of Here

The penmanship of mercy melts darkness beneath its quill

Above mankind’s atrocities our God is faithful still

The scepter of His promises out-stretched across time’s bar

Where weightless gates of morning fling what waits to be ajar

© Janet Martin

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