Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Celestial Reveille

Some mornings I feel drawn from my bed as if by a celestial reveille
Today flickers upon a wick where dawn flings shutters wide
Live/love well before its candlestick is snuffed by eventide

Today is another shivery offering!
I think everyone is winter-coat weary!
Even the daffodils look a little forlorn,
slumped against the morning chill




The maple-blossoms seem to cringe as the bud breaks and 
nudges them from its nest...


But, before today is brushed from Time's slate
we have an opportunity to make the best and most of it!
Thank-you, Lord!

Ah, who knows what today will bring
Before it folds its gilded wing
Over a world surrendering
To the tug of dusk’s evening star
Where now dawn’s coffers overflow
With fresh offers of joy and woe
And God’s kind grace, whereby we go
No matter where or who we are

Beneath the diligence of clocks
Time’s tutelage of ticks and tocks
Startles its students with hard knocks
Offset by spring's welcome delights  
While the grave gapes, we brave the day
Rife with life’s constant come-what-may
Where rivers run and children play
And buds burst with gold, pinks and whites 

Ah, who knows, as dawn’s tent is pitched
What will be tested, torn or stitched
Will hearts be broken or bewitched
Before dusk tucks to history
The echo of a pirouette
We have not touched or tasted yet
But soon will be forever set
In Bygone’s soldered gallery

Then dream and dance and work and play
And make the most of moment-fray
And don’t you dare forget to pray
And laugh and learn and love and sing
In spite of brutal fist-a-cuffs
Come, brave this newborn day because
Dusk is the douter that soon snuffs
Lifetimes beneath its gilded wing

Don't miss the music as it spills
From vaults unveiling vales and hills
A pilgrimage through daffodils
And mercy's myriad
Where we do not embark alone
Into the darkness of  Unknown
But by God's kindness we are shown
The way to rejoice and be glad

© Janet Martin


somehow painting and poetry don't mix the best...
This morning was a see-saw of  poem, patching holes, sanding,
pegging a bit more poem, priming patches,
and morning poem has turned to noon poem!

Isa.26:2-4
Open the gates,
That the righteous nation 
which [a]keeps the truth may enter in.
3 You will keep him in perfect peace,
Whose mind is stayed on You,
Because he trusts in You.
4 Trust in the Lord forever,
For in Yah, the Lord, is [b]everlasting strength.

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