Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Hard To Hold...

How momentary is all this, I think, 
as the apple-blossoms scatter like petal-snow, 
...as leaves lose their 'first-gold, hard to hold'...

How momentary this,
The bliss of bud unfurled
In sun and sorrow-kiss
To time’s four-season world

How momentary all
Earth’s sprawling mezzanine
Where creature-grief is small
In light of Hope’s Unseen

How momentary light
And dark of night exchange
Their hierarchy, where sight
And Belief are estranged

How momentary time
The pantomime of clocks
Leads to the nearing chime
Of That which death unlocks

© Janet Martin

Treasures in Jars of Clay
…Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.
2 Cor.4:16-18


  1. A beautiful poem, Janet, of the bitter sweet truths of life. Gorgeous photos, too.

    Guess what??? I JUST realized that you and Lucy are sisters?!!! Believe it or not, when we first started visiting each other, I thought there was something very familiar about you - and now, I know what it is!

    Happy weekend, my friend!


    1. :) yes, we are sisters and you are not the first person to think there is something similar in the two of us...I get called Lucy often!. When I was out yesterday someone said, oh, You're Grace's daughter!...the one on the 22 and I replied, no, the one on the 10th! (rural road#'s)
      At church if someone says 'hello, Lucy' I simply smile and say hello:) It's a compliment to be called Lucy. We are sisters and friends.


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!