Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Humbly Glad





These kin-ships dear that mark the year
With hello-farewell friendly tear
Becomes the string to which we cling
In spite of Time’s insistent wing
Where night takes flight on morning light
And gathers wisdom in hindsight
Before the door to Past’s Before
Is swinging shut on never-more
 

…but still, the will to taste the thrill
Where morning spills both good and ill
Compels us to embrace the new
Before the blue-dusk avenue
Slips from our eyes as star-frothed skies
Induce a dreamer’s dreamy sighs
And makes us humbly glad to know
The God by whose grace all, we go

© Janet Martin

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