Tuesday, February 2, 2016

In This Breaking of Time's Bread...

Take, eat, pleads the One
Who breaks yon sky in two
Dawn is holy bread
That I hold out to you

Take, eat and be filled
Not by want’s hungry gall
But by perfect love
That I offer to all

Take, eat ere night falls
And closes the fist
That holds out the bread
Of Time’s morsel of mist

© Janet Martin

 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. 
What is your life? 
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
James 4:14

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