To Takers of Time's Latest Prize...

Emerging on yon eastward skies

A band of gold ignites the skies

Where breath of life has lent its prize

As eyes and sighs awake

While Mercy sets the diadem

Of dawn upon earth’s yawning hem

And beckons, with time’s rarest gem

It’s free-for-all, to take

…where man, who sees the outside knows

How sure and swift Time’s gift bestows

A labyrinth of highs and lows

To ‘whys’ and ‘ohs’ God-lent

To bridge the breach of doubt with trust

For this cradle of ash and dust

Is woven through with wanderlust

And worship’s wonderment

Then do not fear; the love of He

Who fashions heaven’s majesty

Then lends to likes of you and me

The rose to crown the thorn

Will not forsake us in the task

All that we need to do is ask

Then believe He who tips night’s flask

And fills time’s glass with morn

© Janet Martin

 ...and oh!!! what a morning!

 where we, a little sun-rise starved through all of November drink,

like thankful beggars from the well-spring of Mercy's surprise!

 (I had to laugh and laugh as I listened and imagined
what my not-so-morning people would do if I cranked this song up first thing when I got up!)