Mercy-bespoke...

Today's poem was inspired in part by the surprise of a pretty sunrise, 

where I had mentally prepared for a rainy start to today, 

and the lusty robin heralding new morning and maybe forecasted rain too 😅💖

Also by the sudden conviction that we all should want to wonder more

 at our Creator whose morning/mercy never misses its mark!

...and, mercy bespoke??

yes! not the way man orders it 

but the way God orders it, perfectly, undeservedly!

The gilt-edged grace-pledged morning spills

From molten molds, mercy-bespoke

To draw the dark from dells and rills

And hills and fields like a plush cloak

Tugged from yon verge’s frameless clime

Unveiling vistas perched like art

On pedestals as old as time

To strike sheer wonder to the heart

For He, whose faithfulness remains

In spite of recreant reply

God’s covenant of old sustains

Renewal, filling earth and sky

Where you and I are not forgot

Caught between what was and will be

On a fresh threshold, mercy-wrought

On the verge of eternity

Where none can see how near or far

We are to The Sunrise That Flings

One Final Gilt-edged Gate Ajar

To draw the soul on welkin wings

Beyond this Bar of Burdened Must

And trust, not for the faint of heart

Where gilt-edged daybreak cheers tear-dust

With mercy-bespoke works of art

While we weather four-season’s wraith

The tether round wings not yet spanned

Where warp and weft of hope and faith

Confounds the ground whereon we stand

Feathering from the soul, the shroud

That fickle fools dote on and laud

Forgetting the fate of the proud

On That Morning that unveils God

…where gilt-edged, grace-pledged morn extends

The great divide, where heavens brim

With glimpses of He who befriends

The creature who confides in Him

Where, without fail He fills the dark

Psalm nineteen thundered thoroughfare

Awakens the trill of the lark

Kindles anew, devotion’s prayer

Where often we misunderstand

The Faithful Hand that tips the grail

That pours across the slumb’ring land

Ethereal sands that rend night’s veil

Where, on Creation’s Pedestal

Once more He plants love’s Living Proof

An every-morn Original

That only fools dare hold aloof

© Janet Martin

Lam.3:21-26-31-33

his I recall to my mind,

Therefore I have hope.

22 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,

Because His compassions fail not.

23 They are new every morning;

Great is Your faithfulness.

24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,

“Therefore I hope in Him!”

25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,

To the soul who seeks Him.

26 It is good that one should hope and wait quietly

For the salvation of the Lord...

For the Lord will not cast off forever.

32 Though He causes grief,

Yet He will show compassion

According to the multitude of His mercies.

33 For He does not afflict [i]willingly,

Nor grieve the children of men.

I've shared this song many times because I love to listen to it

in the morning when I rise...I hope you do too🙏💓

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