Monday, February 20, 2017


 Southern Ontario is enjoying a blip of unseasonal high temps! hooray.

Dark mutes its sigh; the sky adheres
To time’s unstoppered hue, soft blue
As thought pursues its muse of fears
And faith and bit of dreaming too

The air is kissed with grace of God
And we would be remiss to miss
His mercy where the curse of sod
And sweat of thought is more than This

…for This is but the thoroughfare
To where we all will realize
The worth of birth and death; its care
A stairway to more than starred skies

…as thought, for all its sundry ways
Of balancing both good and ill
Cannot do more than trust and gaze
Into the face of days until…

The belfry that tolls where the height
Of sight stops short the might of man
Will fold time’s scroll of day and night
Back to the Whole where we began

© Janet Martin

 Finally, brothers and sisters, 
whatever is true, 
whatever is noble, whatever is right, 
whatever is pure,
 whatever is lovely, 
whatever is admirable—
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—
think about such things.

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