Mustering a Morning Hymn of Happiness

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

 
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of Your strength and proclaim Your loving devotion in the morning. 

For You are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.

The pics below taken at yester-dusk...