Hope's Heaven-Splendoured Hues...

Today's poem was inspired in part by the C.S. Lewis quote below,in part by the picture taken while I watched mercy's renewed/replenished fountain brim,and in part by Psalm 24! "God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing." C.S. Lewis. The stomping ground of hopes and dreams is bathed in Heaven-splendored huesFrom gleaming founts God’s goodness streams with mercies each morning renews... Ps.24The earth is the LORD’s, and the fullness thereof,the world and all who dwell therein.For He has founded it upon the seasand established it upon the waters.Who may ascend the hill of the LORD?Who may stand in His holy place?He who has clean hands and a pure heart,who does not lift up his soul to an idolor swear deceitfully.He will receive blessing from the LORDand vindication from the God of his salvation.Such is the generation of those who seek Him,who seek Your face, O God of Jacob.Selah Lift up your heads, O gates!Be lifted up, O ancient doors,that the King of Glory may enter!Who is this King of Glory?The LORD strong and mighty,the LORD mighty in battle.Lift up your heads, O gates!Be lifted up, O ancient doors,that the King of Glory may enter!Who is He, this King of Glory?The LORD of Hosts—He is the King of Glory! The stomping ground of hopes and dreams is bathed in Heaven-splendored huesFrom gleaming founts God’s goodness streams with mercies each morning renewsAh hope! the anchor of ‘amen’; the pleasure of both heart and soulLike a wellspring of comfort when our dreams are dashed and sorrows roll Hope’s hues are glorious and bright in spite backdrops dark with dreadHope is a beacon of Soul-light; reason’s Reveille to lift the headThat else would droop beneath the weight of fear and disappointment’s heelHope swings ajar a starry Gate no foe can bar or woe can seal Hope is impossible without true peace and happiness from GodThe Tempter baits his snares with doubt while setting feasts on its façadeBut hope, guarded by Faith’s sound shield is fitted to withstand his wilesThe substance of things unrevealed protects us from fruit that defiles Lift up your heads, and do not grieve; the devil is no match for HeWho dwells within all who believe; whose Word is truth that sets us freeWhose Hope no traitor can destroy; whose saving faith will make us wholeLift up your heads and shout for joy; hope is the anchor of the soul Hope’s hues cheer us like spring’s first flow’rs delight the winter-weary sighIts armour equips and empow’rs us as we face faith’s battle-cryWhere evidence of things unseen establishes each stepping stoneIn hues of gold and evergreen, hope blazes faith’s trail to God’s throne Janet Martin Also in part by yesterday's devotion re-read today...