Saturday, November 20, 2021

Day Breaks...


From moonrise 



to sunrise


the heavens draw our eyes upward
in universal worship to the Creator of heaven and earth.

Day breaks the sky, ebony-hued
Like wonder-thunder without sound
Like Mercy’s covenant renewed
Like golden signatures unbound

Day breaks the seal on skyline’s scroll
The blush of Beginning unfurled
To weathered carriages of Soul
Perfection crowns a broken world

© Janet Martin


The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
 Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
 They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
 Yet their voice[b] goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
     It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
    like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
 It rises at one end of the heavens
    and makes its circuit to the other;
    nothing is deprived of its warmth.



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