Mercy-bespoke...

Today's poem was inspired in part by the surprise of a pretty sunrise, where I had mentally prepared for a rainy start to today, and the lusty robin heralding new morning and maybe forecasted rain too 😅💖Also by the sudden conviction that we all should want to wonder more at our Creator whose morning/mercy never misses its mark! ...and, mercy bespoke??yes! not the way man orders it but the way God orders it, perfectly, undeservedly! The gilt-edged grace-pledged morning spillsFrom molten molds, To draw the dark from dells and rillsAnd hills and fields like a plush cloakTugged from yon verge’s frameless climeUnveiling vistas perched like artOn pedestals as old as timeTo strike sheer wonder to the heartFor He, whose faithfulness remainsIn spite of recreant replyGod’s covenant of old sustainsRenewal, filling earth and skyWhere you and I are not forgotCaught between what was and will beOn a fresh threshold, mercy-wroughtOn the verge of eternity Where none can see how near or farWe are to The Sunrise That FlingsOne Final Gilt-edged Gate AjarTo draw the soul on welkin wingsBeyond this Bar of Burdened MustAnd trust, not for the faint of heartWhere gilt-edged daybreak cheers tear-dustWith mercy-bespoke works of artWhile we weather four-season’s wraithThe tether round wings not yet spannedWhere warp and weft of hope and faithConfounds the ground whereon we standFeathering from the soul, the shroudThat fickle fools dote on and laudForgetting the fate of the proudOn That Morning that unveils God …where gilt-edged, grace-pledged morn extendsThe great divide, where heavens brimWith glimpses of He who befriendsThe creature who confides in HimWhere, without fail He fills the darkAwakens the trill of the larkKindles anew, devotion’s prayerWhere often we misunderstandThe Faithful Hand that tips the grailThat pours across the slumb’ring landEthereal sands that rend night’s veilWhere, on Creation’s PedestalOnce more He plants love’s Living ProofAn every-morn OriginalThat only fools dare hold aloof © Janet Martin Lam.3:21-26-31-33 his I recall to my mind,Therefore I have hope.22 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,Because His compassions fail not.23 They are new every morning;Great is Your faithfulness.24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,“Therefore I hope in Him!”25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,To the soul who seeks Him.26 It is good that one should hope and wait quietlyFor the salvation of the Lord... For the Lord will not cast off forever.32 Though He causes grief,Yet He will show compassionAccording to the multitude of His mercies.33 For He does not afflict []willingly,Nor grieve the children of men. I've shared this song many times because I love to listen to itin the morning when I rise...I hope you do too🙏💓