Monday, January 7, 2013

Of Glimpses...



 

Upon earth’s four-season duress
We can do but one small thing
One foot and then the other, love
And what these gathered steps will bring
In sundry shapes of joy and strife
Will be a little thing called life

This little thing that we call life
Spills moment-petals on a stage
Where eventide and dawn are rife
With mortal grievance of the age
And yet, against your shoulder, love
I sense a heaven up above

They say that heaven’s gate is sealed
Until we cross that dreaded tide
And only then will be revealed
The glories of ‘the other side’
But oh my love, between us two
I’ve glimpsed its bliss when I’m with you

© Janet Martin



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