The lightness in dawn’s tread is felt rather than heard. The
lark
Sensing her advent before light seeps through blue velvet
dark
Pipes praises from veiled stages to the Maestro of the
morn
Where beckoning of newness from the old is brightly borne
Upon the beaten path of Choice God re-extends His grace
He cannot wait to stun us with mercy’s mysterious ways
Then on and upward, darling, from night’s nebulous cocoon
A butterfly unfolds its wings and brushes out the moon
The readiness of reckoning resumes its ardent task
The summoning of summer pours persuasion from its flask
Where hope and hunger clash in a splash of opposing tides
And on its foaming residue a world of wonder rides
…then we cannot resist the urge (if faith in God empowers)
To wade, waist deep into the day and rediscover flowers
To kneel upon dust-tarmac scarred and starred with ‘no’
and ‘yes’
To muster from heartstrings of trust a hymn of happiness
© Janet Martin
For You are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
The pics below taken at yester-dusk...
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