Of Open Ark-door

Whether morn is gold or gray

Mercy molds each brand new day

This is the day the Lord has made.

We will rejoice and be glad in it

Psalm 118:24

Ah, here it is, A brand new This; The day the Lord has made 

He crowns Bygone’s echo-abyss with Mercy’s balustrade 

Where want will lure but hope secures what we all see in part 

And heaven only knows the highs and lows it will impart 

Ah, here are we; humanity, the apple of God’s eye 

He watches over you and me through every low and high 

Where dreams will break and hearts will ache and hope will feel quite frayed 

But we are all wrapped in love’s shawl; this day the Lord has made 

Ah, here he IS; no genesis or exodus to He 

Who crowns Bygone’s soldered abyss with Opportunity 

Where one and all receive equal shares in time’s latest lease 

And play a part within the heart of Mercy’s Masterpiece 

Ah, here it is; the Truth of this; the day the Lord has made 

Is like a kind and holy kiss of God’s grace, un-betrayed 

Where He does not extend for aught Time’s sacred season-sum 

But flings ashore the Ark’s wide door and beckons to all, ‘come’ 

© Janet Martin 

2 Pet.3:9

The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, 

as some count slackness, 

but is longsuffering toward us, 

not willing that any should perish 

but that all should come to repentance.