Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Cradled...

 

Pease excuse the unartistic flaws of the drawing below
...it vaguely mirrors the image in my mind




Morning murmurs in mist tresses
Tints earth’s eastward fringe, flushed bronze
Draws the darkness from hushed meadows
As the shadows melt, day dawns

Morning metes Time’s maiden voyage
Always today is untried
Into the Unknown, life’s passage
Rolls from morn to eventide

Morning is God’s mercy-token
Great, the faithfulness of He
Who does not leave us forsaken
He knows all we cannot see

Morning, flings ajar barred/starred shutters
Daylight sweeps o’er sea and sod
Unfolding uncharted waters
Cradled in the hands of God

© Janet Martin

Deut.31:6 NIV
Be strong and courageous. 
Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, 
for the Lord your God goes with you; 
he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

Isa.43:2 NLT
When you go through deep waters,
    I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
    you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
    you will not be burned up;
    the flames will not consume you.



4 comments:

  1. A wonderful poem, and I love your art! (And captions - so touching!)

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    1. Thank-you Sasha<3 you are always so gracious and kind! It's an image that came to me as I was tempted to give in to the agony of uneasiness that afflicts what-ifs Unknowns! Today is cradled in hands of God; love, compassion, mercy and grace!

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  2. I'm catching up on all your lovely poetry - this is so pretty! As the shadows melt, day dawns

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