The Source That Lends The Force...

This morning I got two words typed before the phone rang and

the bustling day swept me into its Must-dust,

but what a beauty it was, even if it was well-chilled;-)

I'm not sure if this is where the poem was headed this morning, but its what it became tonight!

The Source that lends the force whereby the discourse of day dawns

Stuns sleepy-headed spectators with gold on sun-kissed slopes

Stirred shadows stretch like charcoal sketches on streets, fields and lawns

And earth is like a freeway brimming with fresh dreams and hopes

Good morning, hallelujah and the new today begins

Swept into the direction of its predecessors, oh

I wish it would not hurry so; I scarce can take it in

Before dusk’s farewell colors fringe its intangible flow

High noon tunes heaven with fathoms of blue; ah, who dares boast?

We are so small compared to all the Awesomeness we see

Where we are honored onlookers to heaven’s billowed host

And earth showcasing glimpses of Creator’s majesty

The Source that lends the force whereby day’s discourse yields its zest

 Is like a fount from whence God’s autographs of love abound

Stark shadows stretch to dark etched paintings sculpted on the west

And earth is like a cot with heaven tucked in all around

© Janet Martin