Thursday, October 25, 2018

Of Borrower's Lot...

It seems like there's always something to trouble us, 
said Hubby yesterday in an afternoon phone call to discuss some of our most pressing cares...
after the sun had spilled its spun gold through morning's minute hold...

Yes, it seems there always something to trouble us
 "Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: 
he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not."
Job 14:1-2 

But, the Giver of all is Bigger...


We are on borrowed time
None of inherent right
The Glochenspeil of season-chime
Gifts morning, noon and night

This wisp of wonder-world
Where pleasure melds with pain
Is like a breath-banner unfurled
Then curled back up again

A monumental blip
Regardless of the years
A cradle-to-hearse fellowship
Of lent laughter and tears

…and Love that will not fail
While hellos and goodbyes
Lead to that one final exhale
That severs earthy ties

And stills the pendulum
That spills Borrower’s laud
And tolls the elemental sum
Of Soul’s return to God

© Janet Martin

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