From vaults of virgin hope You take
Its fair and finest fray
Weaving beneath far-fancied east
A new and glorious day
In gossamer embellishments
Of coral, gold and pink
Mercy imbues with transient hues
Earth’s mute and mystic brink
Without a sound darkness recedes
And from Compassion’s lips
Extended grace brushes the face
Of life’s stumbles
and slips
A miracle of wonderment
Exhales from heaven’s girth
As we of meek astonishment
Witness a new day’s birth
© Janet Martin
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