Friday, July 11, 2014

Midnight's Metamorphosis

We pause at dusk to gaze where none a glimpse beyond can borrow
…life’s ever-foreign territory remains thus; Tomorrow
For when daylight returns to warm night’s charcoal over-lay
Time’s metamorphosis has turned tomorrow to Today

Thought for its countless trickery and quick, quiet perception
Reaches in vain; it cannot see tomorrow’s veiled direction
Though we have waited, balanced on a fulcrum formed of clocks
Midnight’s muted transaction in one micro-second locks…

…its present day to Past; what was tomorrow is today
And still tomorrow wafts so near in eons far away
No braggart, sleuth or warrior out-wits Time’s mediator
We cannot see beyond today; so we trust its Creator
© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  Matt. 6:34

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