Of Refreshed Footholds...

From the rising to the setting of the sun, 

the name of the LORD is praised.

Psalm 113:3

Finding a refreshed foothold on fathoms of endless deep

Day draws its waking breath in golden breadths of heaven’s sweep

The eloquence of moments spills without the gift of speech

Dawn, always laden with a sheaf of new lessons to teach

Today is always new, where we, never too old to learn

Are students, educated by the hand of no return

Where one’s wisdom increases not with easy song-and-dance

But by unequivocal truth that trips our arrogance

The seasoned way of seasons seeps through skylines and through skin

It does not cater to our whims of disgruntled chagrin

But woos the way it always has where highs and lows entwine

Into a labyrinth of tear-and-laughter grafted vine  

Let’s labour to be thankful to the Giver of our days

And not let longing rankle what should be a hymn of praise

From mercy-meted rising to the setting of the sun

Let’s turn want into worship for the war our Lord has won

© Janet Martin