Of Pendulums and Purpose

The pendulum that draws the sun

From east to west to east

And lights the wick to virgin hope

As old dreams are released

It spurs us ever forward

In a tick-tock melody

‘Til flesh and soul are parted

At life’s final destiny

The misty morning gilds the dell

And spills into the deep

We fill our mouths with daily bread

And pray the Lord to keep

Our feet in paths of righteousness

Lest in errant folly

We see too late the horror of

Our heedless apathy

The pendulum that marks the hour

The hour that marks a day

The days that number weeks and years

Are not mere feckless fray

They are our gifted steppingstones

Leading, not to the sod

But from this earth to Heaven’s throne

And to the arms of God

© Janet Martin