Friday, July 20, 2012

But For This...

The rushing, pushing moments
Roaring, pouring soundlessly
Plunging over a precipice
Toward eternity

If I should find the fulcrum
Balance on Time’s middle swell
To view the sea from Eden forth
That lies twixt Heav’n and hell

…ah, surely I would tremble
To see these fathoms vast
And know tis but a vapor
In the future of the past

Yes, I know I would tremble
To behold Time’s sweeping space
To realize the microscopic
Breadth of human race

But then, oh blessed assurance
Wondrous hope that I embrace
We all would be eternally
Doomed; but for saving grace

© Janet Martin

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