Thursday, May 19, 2016

To Carry On

The ways of life can make one feel like throwing in the pen
And never bear the weight of it, love-hate of it again
Time’s Unknown doles out changes from a strange and mystic bar
Its disappointments hurt us no matter how old we are

The plain predictability of morning, noon and night
Runs like a swarthy stream from, through and to time’s other side
Joy laughs its little laugh and sorrow sheds its dreaded tear
While plying toil and moil with memories that we hold dear

Above us sky, beneath us sod and all around, God’s love
And though we often forget Him He never forgets us
Thus it behooves us to persist in our allotted care
Though oft we would throw in the towel-trowel-pen we bear

Dawn brushes yonder skylines and unveils earth’s sundry hues
And no matter how old we are, we owe new day its dues
The glad sounds of the morning reignite hope’s clarion
That God esteemed us worthy still to carry, carry on

© Janet Martin

 Let us not become weary in doing good, 
for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.


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