Our Journey of Unknowns...a sonnet

The unknown murmurs on the burnished brink

Slipping its gossamer from east to west

We cannot know what shapes its ether-pink

Though to-do lists and duty may suggest

The Weaver of each moment intercedes

Cupping His gracious will beneath our own

We spout our wants while He supplies our needs

Melding in moment-thread, unknown to known

And while the shaft of new day rends the deeps

And skylines re-appear, a circle-scope

Of east, south, west and north; His visage keeps

Vast eons anchored in His steadfast hope

We place our fears within His faithful hand

Trusting the God of sky and sea and land

Gladness, sadness, flow'r and shower merge

The darlings of His never-changing grace

Embark on tides of morning’s mercy-surge

Ignorant of the breadth of His embrace

For we will not escape His tender gaze

The sky, the land and sea are but the shell

Where shadows of His potent wonder splays

In whispered fringes of Heaven and hell

And though the unknown spreads its light-less veil

Across our tarnished visage; Faithful God

Releases this day’s moments from Love’s grail

His fount of Goodness nurtures soul and sod

We stuff out mouths; Hunger is not destroyed

The infant and the aged bear its void

The earth is lathered green in Spring’s caress

Before the sheen of winter binds its girth

Last year's unknowns are known; grief, happiness

Unfold and fold again, four-season's worth

Before another year falls to the crypt

Where Time; the fulcrum twixt unknown and known

Establishes in present; yet has slipped

The filament of centuries to stone

We bow beneath the Hand of Eden’s seal

The constellations also bow to Him

For none transcends the One who moves Time's wheel

The God of ages cups our wish and whim

Where known and unknown subsist, juxtaposed

The rose exists within the bud, still closed

© Janet Martin