Do not despair; ah yes, the care that births the prayer
remains
But spring replenishes the fount of fields and
daisy-chains
And joy, clothed in time’s finest green ignites beneath
our skin
Hope’s flame rekindled by sweet expectation’s sunny grin
For Hope will never make ashamed the one who trusts in He
Who fashions petal-bells and hangs them in the barren tree
Who lets us glimpse at break of day a Gateway left ajar
Who, to deep folds of blue and blush soft-pins the
evening star
And for the sake of love might smite our easy words with
pain
If but to prove the truth; or else we could turn
proud and vain
And we, oh, so against our will should bow and kiss the
rod
That teaches us joy’s fundamental must; to trust in God
Then don’t despair; ah yes, the care that births the
prayer remains
But love anoints the Fount that spills green fields and
daisy-chains
…so without fear or hesitation we may join the hymn
Of exaltation bursting from the thrumming frond and limb
© Janet Martin
Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
Neh.8:10
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