The Beauty of Begin Again

God takes brokenness 

and beneath His touch 

turns it into beauty... 

As the ice began to melt on Saturday, earth was over-taken by surreal beauty;

a glass world on a bronze backdrop...

We would be weary soon into love’s journey

Soon overtaken by trouble and pain

But for the mercy that comes with each morning

But for the beauty of Begin Again

We would be victims of longing’s long sorrow

Caught in a quagmire of briar and rain

But for the Hand that transforms each tomorrow

Into the beauty of Begin Again

We would be blinded by rubble and ruin

Bereft of joy where we stumble and strain

But for the wonder that wakens within us

As we bear witness to Begin Again

Love takes the pieces of plight we have shattered

Shapes from its brokenness, no seal of shame

But from the night as its starlight is scattered

Love lends the beauty of Begin Again

© Janet Martin