Grace Unfurled

This is the day the Lord has made;

we will rejoice and be glad in it.

Ps. 118:24

I began this poem, inspired by dawn's golden tide

as it rolled across the waking countryside...

(side note; did you know the word 'countryside' is one of my

favorite words in the English language?!!) 

...but helping a friend with strawberry-picking

and Cutie-duty prevailed before it was finished!

Once more summer morn’s golden tide

Washes across the countryside

Duty’s demand wakens a world

Of consumers, to grace unfurled

The grand escape from Yesterday

Rouses both hunter and its prey

…the padlock on dusk’s westward arc

Is obsolete; Dawn melts the dark

As tug of wars of want and need

Either encourage or impede

Our will to do or rue the task

That sparkles from a new day’s flask

This is the day the Lord has lent

We reply with hope or lament

Blessed are they who live to praise

The faithful Giver of our days

Where we, consumers of His grace

Should view nothing as commonplace

But revere He who frees the tide 

That rolls across the countryside

...transforming the place where we stand

To holy ground, beneath the Hand

That wears the scars that paid the price

That authored grace through sacrifice

...a sacrifice second to none

That paid sin's debt for everyone

But left it up to you and me

To choose the grace that sets us free

'for it is by grace we are saved'

Pardon's proof on God's Hands engraved

The hands that reach to you and I

To draw night's mantle from the sky 

© Janet Martin

Where we, consumers of His grace

Should view nothing as commonplace...

But revere He who frees the tide 

That rolls across the countryside