Brief Prelude

They flow, breath-whispers winnowing our days

Swift hours tinted with love’s sundry hues

A kaleidoscope of purple, pinks and blues

The golden-bronze, the scarlet autumn blaze

And here within its trial and error leap

Within its planting and its gathering

We bear life’s laughter and its suffering

Praying the Lord His faithful watch to keep

For this is a brief prelude to the Place

Where we will set aside earth’s wants and woes

How soft and keen its moment-measure flows

A vapor-rush of Love’s mercy and grace

Before we join the ranks gone on before

Into the fathoms of Forevermore

The dew upon the grass soon disappears

The fragrance of its gleam evaporates

This life is like a drop that dissipates

In quickened murmuring of days and years…

© Janet Martin

yes, that old quote is true; We grow too soon old and too late smart...