Monday, June 30, 2014

Amiss





Ah, we would wander quite amiss
If we forget to cherish this
Of moment-mist as day soft-kissed
Becomes the thing the night resists
Before the dark unveils its face
To grant another day of grace

Time’s showcase where life’s finer things
Tug season-tides and tied heart-strings
Would be an insult to the air
If we forget to linger there
To trace a hemline not of chance
But mercy-metered song and dance

Love, wrought within and God-beget
Illiterate, unlearned and yet
Like ether oceans unconfined
Perplexes heart and vexes mind
Rushing where God alone can see
Our wisdom-wanton misery

This universal longing dwells
Where Time's prescription never quells
The war of holding-letting go
And we, unlearned in things of soul
Covet, yet curse its gripping grief
Where love is both angst and relief

Yet, we would wander quite amiss
If we forget to cherish this
Of morning rolling like a wave
Across the utmost that we crave
Ancient, its virgin offering breaks
Anew upon past’s muted lakes

© Janet Martin

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