Monday, November 21, 2016

The Mien Whereon we Write...





The color-wheel of day takes flight
Twilight with blue good-byes
Obliterates the world from sight
Before our very eyes

Its touch and taste to Past confined
This tittle-jot time lent
So once-in-a-lifetime designed
Is almost fully spent

And what we did with it will be
Forever evermore
Etched on the walls of history
With all days gone before

And when God turns to gaze on it
Its little legacy
I hope He sees we cherished it
With kind humility

For though the ebb and flow of light
Seems insignificant
It is the mien whereon we write
Our lifetime testament

© Janet Martin



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