I Saw the Day Come Spilling...

 

Duty comes a-spilling with the beauty of new day

So does mercy unfailing to cup all our come-what-may.

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
    the name of the Lord is to be praised.

Psalm 113:3

Duty loomed large right from the get-go-do this morning, but somehow

between the mess-and-muddle-mayhem, mercy metes poetry...

Over and over I've come to the conclusion

that time does not lend itself to poetry

but poetry lends itself to Time!

I saw the day come spilling from a fount of ether tide 

It rolled across the skyline over sea and countryside 

It drew away the shadows on a chariot of gold 

To set before our hungry gaze new day’s untarnished mold 

I saw the dawn come seeping through yon deeper blue until 

The darkness disappeared into Mercy’s promise fulfilled 

Where, to life’s buffet table groaning with Hope’s rich supply 

The Giver and the Taker lights the Beacon in the sky 

I saw the morn come pouring over Bygone’s battered brim 

Where in sight’s grand restoring, I could almost picture Him 

And feel His whisper part the dark like waters of a sea 

Where time is still an open Ark for all humanity 

I saw the day come spilling through a flue of fading stars 

Ah, look, the Hand that grants it is a Masterpiece of Scars 

From love that none can fathom to the plight of human race 

God rends the brooding heavens and extends his gift of grace 

© Janet Martin