Wonder-loom

Yield not to the fear of failure

Though the past none can erase

Through the welts of human error

Bleeds redemption’s healing grace

We are vessels, chipped and broken

Scarred by lesions of regret

But new day metes mercy’s token

…lends a leap not taken yet

Learning is a lifelong lesson

Yield not to depths of despair

But reach through the gates of heaven

With the whisper of a prayer

Chin up, precious, time for proving

Stumbles are not iron-cast

But teach us the art of moving

Forward, from frames of the past

Buds are full of flower-gardens

Hours burgeon with new bloom

Look, the light of mercy pardons

Past with morning's wonder-loom

 

© Janet Martin