Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Of Royalty and Robes

The paling sky has flung afar
Her robe that wore the evening star
And as She tossed its shroud away
Tomorrow then became today

Yester-morning’s mystery
Is now our latest history
The boys and girls of earth it seems
Are one day closer to their dreams

And now upon time’s sheer-less tide
A virgin ream of hours preside
Before Her gleaming gown is clenched
And its allowances are quenched

Here on earth’s porch beneath the sky
Our dearest hope should be to try
To take from heaven’s out-stretched hand
Her cloth, then do the best we can

For soon her gleaming filament
Returns the threads that Time has lent
Enfolding it to Past for aye
As today becomes yesterday

She never wears a hand-me-down
Each day a new and unsoiled gown
We ought to treat Her Royalty
With respect and humility

© Janet Martin

 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps. 90:12


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