Moments Dilute...

 Hint;  some moments dilute best in a cup of black coffee:)

Moments dilute where life’s dirt and its hurt

Mingle with heart-ache and hope’s happiness

Star-mottled midnight melts over the earth

As morning tip-toes above its dew tress

We touch our feet to its toil and its spoil

Footprints of yesterday etched in our wake

And yet we bend, tending earth's gracious soil

Too soon these moments drift over the lake

In echoes that cannot be rearranged

For footprints of the past cannot be changed

Time weaves a life, not in vast leaps or deeps

But in its half-breath, half-grin hungering

For as sweet summer smiles the hour creeps

To autumn’s brink and youth’s surrendering

The crown of wisdom is both wrought and taught

As tears of holding on and letting go

Are waged within the battlefield of thought

And in Time’s subtle, searing moment-flow

And though our fingers clench what love imbues

An hour eases from our grasp its dues

Darling, sometimes it seems we race and chase

For what? Its why and wherefore sadly lost

We are recipients of a holy grace

Our hands can never justify the Cost

And while moments disperse in miles, tears, smiles

Their purpose is of paramount import

This life is but a turning of the whiles

Its end begins what Time is all about

Moments dilute; we trod its dust and sod

Not to the grave but to the arms of God

© Janet Martin