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
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!
But
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