Sunday, April 20, 2014

Ephemeral Quaff

This ephemeral quaff
Of moments keens a thirst
For the Intangible, aloft
Like thought’s unwritten verse

A madrigal of want
In spite of work and prayer
Rouses within a hellish taunt
Of venomous despair

Desire cannot change
The free-fall of an hour
And none of us can rearrange
A clock’s incessant pow’r

…and who of us can boast
A lump-sum afternoon?
Tick-tock, tick-tock, Time’s uttermost
Is forged in moment-swoon

…and ever as we gulp
We drain its ether bowl
Until the final Curtain-call
That strips body from soul

Fear-stunned, yet fearless I
Beseech Mercy’s veiled face
Faith is not feckless frippery
But trusting God for grace

© Janet Martin

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