Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Dawn's Friendliness or Mercy's Grief

 Dawn's friendliness...

fills up the sky...

with mercies ever new

Dawn’s friendliness fills up the sky, where mercies ever new
Upon which mortal can rely, runs night’s dark ramparts through
And eases from its awning, stars, and floods the land and sea
With birth; unveiling earthen bars where darkness used to be
Refurbishing a color-world as Mercy’s hand unrolls
Today’s sacred runway, unfurled beneath feet bearing souls

Dawn’s brief, mist-mantled advent beams in beauty’s purity
Where mercy’s patient kindness streams in spite of apathy
The heavens, like a preacher everyone loves to applaud
A universal Teacher glorifying one true God
His evidence, like soundless thunder pours from boundless trays
To rouse in rebel-creatures wonder’s awe-enraptured praise

Dawn’s swift gift of perfection soon yields to workaday Must
Pointed in the direction of far more than dust-to-dust
Where mercy metes the holiness/Friend-liness of a new day of grace
God gathers mortal lowliness/emptiness in love’s kingly embrace
As goodness spills to refill dawn’s chalice with Mercy’s grief
For it is not His will that any die in unbelief

© Janet Martin

2 Pet.3:8-9
Beloved, do not let this one thing escape your notice: 
With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.c 
9The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise as some understand slowness, 
but is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish 
but everyone to come to repentance.

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