Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Of Ribbons and Veils, or Of Rivers and Vales

 



The reason I enjoy photographing January sunrises so much is because the sun comes up
straight out from our property at the end of a pristine sweep of snow-covered fields.
Now, in February it has shifted past this perfect vantage-point!


A ribbon rises from the east like a river of gold 
And spreads before our eyes a feast of wonder to behold 
Dawn’s river overflows its banks as heaven’s high seas brim 
The Giver fills hope’s cup with thanks as we lift it to Him 

The shoreline of the earth is etched upon yon thoroughfare 
The spectrum of day’s birth is stretched and fanned upon the air 
Where from the depths of grace unfurled His mercy makes amends 
As from the breadth of groaning worlds incense of prayer ascends 

The earth and its fulness thereof belongs to God, not man 
His truth is not a fickle glove we tickle with our plan 
Where, just as plainly as the dawn is set on eastward scrim 
We, as dust’s veil of days is drawn will surely behold Him

The ribbon soon runs ragged on life’s jagged edge of death 
The veil that hides Jehovah’s face is thinning with each breath 
Dawn’s river that is pouring morn to morn from sea to sea 
Is but the vapour mooring on shores of eternity 

© Janet Martin

Isaiah 11:4
But with righteousness shall he judge the poor, 
and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth: 
and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth, 
and with the breath of his lips shall he slay the wicked.

There is so much trouble in those old world!
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