Little Lyric for New Day

While beauty trembles in tresses

Of treetops ...

...and garden dirt

Today’s toil and trouble presses

Happiness is honed by hurt

While beauty trembles in tresses

Of treetops and garden dirt

Today tips time’s tray with laughter

Tries and tests its quests with tears

Where Before is poured to After

-math of moment-meted years

Today treats us to nuances

No one has dishonored yet

Pray, no unkind keepsake haunts us

When its molding clay is set

Today tumbles from its Giver

Like a river filled with fish

Would we do more than just shiver

On shorelines of want-and-wish

Today trembles, skies unfolding

Like wings of a butterfly

Where the wonder of beholding

Groans with onus of reply

Today grants its fleeting offer  

Dare we chance a step, oh pray

Before looking to its Author

And thanking Him for today?

© Janet Martin

Pray, no unkind keepsake haunts us

When its molding clay is set

This is the day the Lord has made.

We will rejoice and be glad in it.

Ps.118:24