Friday, August 21, 2015

Prelude to Paradise

Across earth’s patient high and low
A beaming tide of morning breaks
Midnight deserts its marbled lakes
As on the air the ebb and flow
Of dark to light bids dreamers rise
To toil on spoils of paradise

Is there a day fairer than this?
All other days have fled away
To boulevards of Yesterday
And who can enter that abyss?
Behold, the gold that gilds the skies
And bids us dream of paradise

The earth is full of graves, but we
Who seek salvation’s sacred goal
Made not for flesh but for the soul
Know graves are but the Thing we see
As we struggle toward The Prize
In Time’s prelude to Paradise

Across earth’s albatross of loss
And Mercy’s sundry attributes
The noise of man’s carnal disputes
Would be the very death of us
Save for the One who parts skies
And points the way to Paradise

© Janet Martin

I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. John 9:4

Then Jesus told them, "You are going to have the light just a little while longer. Walk while you have the light, before darkness overtakes you. Whoever walks in the dark does not know where they are going. John 12:35

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