Already today's wrapping has begun to fall away...
in wet, white flakes!
How precious is Your loving devotion, O God,
that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.
Today, wrapped in fresh mercy metes its Unknown breath by breath
The wisp of yester-hopes-and-dreams is wrapped in Bygone’s breadth
The wonders of the world, soft-wrapped in morning’s misted gauze
In seasoned measure is unfurled before our rapt applause
Where whether we are wrapped in faith or fear as on we go
We all are wrapped in tender grace by He who loves us so
Longing, wrapped in the ache and pain of wanting what is not
Is wrapped up in the present loss and gain of what we’ve got
The hour, wrapped in moments sheds imminent mystery
The bloom wrapped in green casing waits until God sets its free
Where we are often wrapped up in what scope of sight unveils
Desire, wrapped in feeling often leaps then weeps and wails
Pity the one wrapped in Self-pity and its darkened gaze
Ah, we are all wrapped in the tender tangle of Time’s ways
Its breath-by-breath unfolding what is wrapped in common cares
Of dawn to dusk firm-molding what was wrapped in morning prayers
…or stares wrapped in the empty ache of Unbelief’s cold boast
Resisting to be wrapped in arms of He who loves us most
© Janet Martin