Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Of Renewed Aspiration

We touch our feet once more
To Time’s familiar way
Of ticking clocks and charted walks
And living’s scattered fray

The mist of life’s unknowns
May veil the hour’s will
But God beholds its ether folds
The pleasant and the ill

We touch our feet upon
Hope’s path of trampled dirt
For God abides where fear resides
In living’s lonesome hurt

Before the purple dusk
Enshrouds this little day
I pray that we live thankfully
And trust God for its way

© Janet Martin

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