Saturday, November 22, 2014

Of Countdowns

My countdown girl (aka Victoria;) likes this screen-saver right now...

We count down hours to Christmas
Or flowers
Vacation, homecomings
And such
While we climb over
Mountains of winter
to summer
as years melt beneath
Time’s Grand Touch
Its free-fall of farewell
Evokes us to bear well
We begin counting the days, oh my darling
Until we will meet again
Birthdays and mirth-days
And days filled with weeping
Where Death dolls
That Greater Good-bye
Working or playing or
Waking or sleeping
Countdowns fill ladders
To the sky
For as tears and laughter
Fall to ever-after
One thing above all
None can see
Where over and under
Pulses silent thunder
…the countdown
To eternity

© Janet Martin

 So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him. Matt. 24:44

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