Time's Ever-hastening Season

With hope’s fresh hint in coral tint

Night’s deep begins to soften

On earth’s dark palm where all is calm

We sense the urge of morning

The raven tree etched flawlessly

On canvasses of heaven

Has laid its crown of glory on

Time’s ever-hastening season

Into the clutch of mortal touch

Unsullied moments murmur

From God to man, from heart to hand

Fall, winter, spring and summer

Then, as they slip from fingertip

To scripts of unknown reason

We recognize ‘neath life’s disguise

Time’s ever-hastening season

Upon the slope of virgin hope

A new day stirs our slumber

From heaven’s keep the moments weep

Like fall leaves without number

As we embrace the Hand of Grace

Imbued with Divine Reason

His love imparts from heav’n-ramparts

Time’s ever-hastening season

This tent of woe; it must forego

The mansions up in glory

From birth to death, each gifted breath

Is writing our life-story

As through our grasp brief moments pass

Beyond our feeble reason

From dawn to Dawn we journey on

Time’s ever-hastening season

 Janet Martin