The future of the past unchains the air
And breath-soft fills the dark with morning-tide
Upon its current of ‘from Here to There’
Quick generations of time’s sailors ride
On frigates wrought with naught but morn to night
Laden with circumstance and wrong and right
Toward a Harbor estranged from this wee
Arrangement of grievous mortality
The winds of change will never threaten There
Nor vex these vessels tossed upon Want’s wave
The beggar and the prince will soon rest where
Distinction does not note master or slave
Or recognize Entrapment doomed to rust
While seeking to ensnare victims of dust
Upon Time’s rising-falling tempest toll
That strips the vessel bare of all but Soul
Pray then to the kind Keeper of time’s Sea
For He can save us from death’s stormy grave
Or how could we endure eternity
Estranged from He who is Mighty To Save?
Salvation is Hope’s anchor; nothing else
And Heaven is a Harbor, but not hell
Oh, pray we do not sail, tossed aimlessly
Toward a Brink from which none are set free
…the future of the past unchains the air
And pours God’s grace to Time’s wee thoroughfare
© Janet Martin
I was struck this morning by a vision of a sea
Where young, old and in-between buck the waves of circumstance
Our God Is Mighty To Save!
As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving.
Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world, and not according to Christ.