Monday, July 7, 2014

This Grand Abyss





This grand abyss from whence a day is drawn then brushed away
Ignites scrawled shadows on the lawn and fills its dark with day
While we, the journeymen of hope and heartache deftly link
Our years upon Time’s beveled slope toward an Awesome Brink

My, my, the doorway to another day swings easily
Our dashing feet soon scar the street of mercy’s sympathy
And the abyss where all Time is, is vast and undefined
A drop within the eon of this Thing that slips our mind

We pile up books to teach or reach to places strange and far
We dream a little dream perhaps and wish upon a star
We drink our coffee, live, laugh, love and learn toward a Door
That when we have passed through no one can return anymore

We gaze in wonder at the thunder from a broken sky
Knowing full well we cannot quell what waits in yonder ‘nigh’
Ah, Lord of mercy, stir our souls; this awesome brink is sure
Eternity is more than endless nothings to endure

This grand abyss where future gives the filament to past
Is but a vapor on the air; a stair to what will last
Our diligence to recompense is not a futile quest
Thus we should strive each day we live to give it our best


© Janet Martin


Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. 1 Cor. 15:58

2 comments:

  1. Beautifully crafted poem...yes, may He stir our souls! And, wow--is that a photo of your yard and garden? Gorgeous!

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  2. It is the flower-garden outside our front door. Thank-you Jen:)

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