Life's Minuet...of Hope and Morning-song

The Keeper of our groans and moans and tears we never share

Softly and patiently intones its sorrow to the air

Then, in kind, wordless empathy He places on our tongue

A sweet and tender melody of hope and morning-song

The dew evaporates at noon; the sun rises to set

And summer slips away too soon; this is life’s minuet

We dance within its moody arms; there is no other choice

Bearing the climax of lost charms in tears that have no voice

 The law of longing rends and ravages the mortal soul

We weep our secret tears, though friends and fellowships console

They cannot place within our clasp those things that cannot be

And only grace succors this gasp of thought’s futility

Life’s moment’s waft; sweet bubble-bliss of half-breath innocence

Before love’s sleek, soft parting kiss bestows deliverance

The revelation spun in youth unveils with bleeding awe

Its increment of stunning truth; the voice of longing’s law

For Love will ever be both longing and contentment met

It spills in silent symmetry of triumph and regret

Yet, we are not victims of hurt; Love bids us to be strong

The realm of heaven tunes this dirt with hope and morning-song

© Janet Martin