Friday, January 24, 2014

Moment-moil





This little soil on which we toil
And covet mercy’s moment-moil
Is but the launching pad whereby
We learn life’s leap of faith
And fly

This little plot we fill with thought
Of home-sweet-home, earth’s heaven-dot
Is but a sparkle on sod-sea
Whereby we reach
Eternity

This little want is but the taunt
Of things to come somewhere beyond
This little soil on which we toil
And covet mercy’s
Moment-moil

© Janet Martin

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