Saturday, November 2, 2013

Of Absolutes




 The golden-rod is silver...


Time will take its course
The leaf must fall away
And by a moment’s force
The gold will turn to gray

Both seed and deed will bear
Its fruit; the law of such
Ascribes to Deity somewhere
That our hands cannot touch

When that last trump is blown

Love will conquer all
We are not doomed to strife
For all will hear His call

© Janet Martin

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