Thursday, July 17, 2014

Like a Little Porch






 ...working in the garden beneath a perfect sky in perfect temperatures with perfect...oops perfectly imperfect kids;)  makes one perfectly happy...mom.


Beneath love’s azure eye
Where cotton-ferries waft
In uncharted infinity
To ports afar, aloft

…sprawls earth; a meager dot
Where on its mutual slope
Gathers upon its mourning plot
We, journey-men of hope

Here bloom and blood-drops mesh
Here people laugh and weep
Here we suffer sorrows of flesh
Toward love’s azure deep

Here glimpses keen our thirst
For what we cannot see
Earth’s dot is like a little porch
Hinged to eternity

© Janet Martin

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