Showing posts with label dawn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dawn. Show all posts

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Of Live-and-Learning's Page/Wage...


 I snapped this quickie-photo as I was heading out this morning...


...when I returned home the day was done!
Today was the funeral of the man from our church family
who passed away unexpectedly and I mentioned here on Monday.

 We all live in a world where none of us knows what a day, much less an hour holds!
This should surely cause us to touch down on dawn's blank page
many expressions of kindness and sympathy!

I began this poem this morning but was unable to finish it before I needed to leave...

Day dawns and splays beneath our touch the likeness of an empty page
And who knows what will spill from mortal quill where mercy sets the stage
But He who authorizes and bestows the breath and breadth of It
Grants confidence and courage as we pause and talk to Him a bit

How heartily an hour can devour seasons blink by blink
And where the page was bare it wears invisible, permanent ink
But while we earn the stars and scars of live-and-learning’s hard-fought wage
God never grants a second chance on anything but a fresh page

Now what we, once upon our youth thought we could outrun or outsmart
Pays homage to the age-old truth that mellows our mind and heart
And fills us with meek gratitude, and attitudes of sympathy
For we, kinda like family, all face what only God can see

Day dawns and splays beneath our touch what live-laugh-love will soon estrange
The platform for our such-and-such is subject to plan’s sudden change
Where we could all be terrified by What If’s wild-flung avenue
Without God’s promise verified; ‘My peace I leave and give to You’

© Janet Martin


 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives. 
Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
John 14:27






Friday, December 23, 2016

Fair Lady Dawn



 Since I have youngsters arriving early on most mornings I don't always get all the poems out of my system so here's a morning poem to sparkle your afternoon:)
She really was something of a wonder this morning...that fair lady, Dawn

 

She trips along a boulevard
Untouched by human race
Then lays her halo on each yard
God’s signature of grace

From far-off clime time’s blush bells peal
Curtailing seas of night
Refurbishing earth's color-wheel
Sir Dusk snuffed from our sight

…then, where the air was deep and black
She brushes it away
And smooths its darksome curtain back
To woo us with Today

Time's newest love beams, bright and pure
Unsullied, as of yet
By we of resolution's lure
...and masters of regret

Soft, silently she disappears
As deftly as she came
The Matriarch of yester-years
Fair Lady Dawn, her name

© Janet Martin



Friday, June 3, 2016

New Again...

I found this poem in a book yesterday and it made me want to start where I stand.
How about you?


Somehow, while boughs were silver-brushed
And vespers hushed with stars
While the moon was a bark un-rushed
On midnight’s far-off bars

Somehow, before the lark awoke
And stoked the dark with praise
Or morning like a victor broke
Night’s yoke with Mercy's gaze

...while noise was shy and silence bold
And Time, a silk-wheeled train
Somehow twixt dusk and dawn the old
Became new once again

© Janet Martin


 Here it is, all shiny and new again; Today.



Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Old 'New'

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Dawn, with impartial whisper wakes
Familiar fellowships and breaks
The bars that lowered deep until
It filled each window-box and sill

How easily the new is old;
Dawn startles midnight seas with gold
As old becomes untried and new
On morning’s sky-wide avenue

And suddenly we are immersed
In second chances, never cursed
To repeat what was brushed away
To that place we call yesterday

Ah, old and new are juxtaposed
Where twilight drew blue curtains closed
Dawn, with untarnished portions spills
New gold to old dusk-darkened hills

...and here, on boulevards unveiled
Time's New pulses where its old failed
As through a fretwork of old lace
Wakes mercy's brand-new day of grace
 
© Janet Martin

Friday, December 12, 2014

Speechless Praise





I stood on the fringe of a dark new-born day
And I couldn’t think of the right words to say
To He who saw fit
To extend a bit
Time’s affidavit of gold and gray

I stood on the edge of a ledge, soft, surreal
Caught, as it were, on time’s still-turning wheel
And I couldn’t think
The sky was so pink
And earth but a wink beneath heaven’s appeal

I stood on the brink of vast, imminent Past
Motionless while moments hasten so fast
Speechless, I bow
On this God-granted Now
Beneath the glow of Love’s new mercy-cast

I stood on the fringe of new day’s sacred ground
What can I say where the night, morning-crowned
Spills ‘round my feet
And out onto the street?
…thought repeats ‘thank-You’ with nary a sound

© Janet Martin