Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Not Moments, But Their Reason





The highlights that we celebrate soon slip into the past
Like lowlights of late afternoon meld with the dusk's shadow-trove
I’m glad it is not moments but their reasons we hold fast
As tears of joy and sorrow flow in testaments of love

The dark vales that we pass through, (ah, we pass through to the Light
Where we are far more thankful than we were before its test)
Redeems the dreams that never do come true but comforts sight
With humbler ways of wanting and accepting Mercy’s best

Oh, praise the Lord, for He is good, He hears the prayers of we
Who do not always know what we should ask for at the first
Then, as Love intercedes for our good we come to see
And hearts prone to uncertainty are hope and joy immersed

The highlights that we celebrate soon dim like day’s demise
The lowlight of moments passed through our touch flicker then fade
Where time always refurbishes the wonder for our sighs
And leaves us with the awesome charge of mem’ries almost made

© Janet Martin

The highlights that we celebrate soon slip into the past...


I'm glad it is not moments but their Reason we hold fast...

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