Time's Grand Door

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The dawn unfolds with buoyant tune

But now its trill reposes

With vesture of late afternoon

Upon a door that closes

Across what never more will be

Nor threatens its returning

Of this days joy or misery

Its pleasure or its yearning

A wisp of thought expands, a sea

Retreating to the reaches

Of mystery and history

Of love and what it teaches

Of how our moments in the sun

Or perhaps in the shadow

Must be relinquished; one by one

To past’s vespertine meadows

The clock upon Time’s fated wall

Someday will cease its order

And every man, both great and small

Must cross earth’s transient border

But on life’s little avenue

And for a little season

We bear our little grief or two

And do not ask God’s reason

The Dawn awaits, its buoyant tune

With ballad unrecorded

Whispers beyond the sallow moon

In versicle un-worded

With humble plea and gratitude

We gather thorns and roses

For years are swift and hours few

Before Time’s grand Door closes

© Janet Martin