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.