Thursday, January 24, 2013

Of Ripples and Rowing





Darkness dissolves soundlessly into time’s transient flow
The sun spills forth her golden glee in rivers on the snow

The sailor of this stormy strand is drawn into its stream
Row; row your boat toward The Land where hope’s promises gleam

Hark! Hear the muted moments roar as minutes slip away
Crashing upon a mystic shore in waves of yesterday

Treasure this tender, temporal tide; the ebb and flow of life
‘tis but the rising, falling ride of living’s joy and strife

For soon the diamond-dazzled sweep of morning’s gilded gleam
Will vanish to the midnight deep; a ripple on life’s stream

© Janet Martin



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