October Morning (the steadfast love of the LORD never ceases)

Written in rose hue sky,

Plotted on gold flecked path

The sum of a morning’s math,

Adds to truth, subtracting the lie.


Skeleton trees on blue

Waving de-fleshed in place

Count on the breath of the grace

And the mercy today made new.


Faithful are You we know

Who gave this scene its start

Painter of love and of heart

Planter of good still to grow.