Friday, July 19, 2013


Oh, make life’s moments count, my love
Its gilded offering pours
From heaven’s ether spring above
To sweat-and-blood-drop shores
For if we simply toss away
These moments that implore
Philandering its gifted splay
Then what’s the giving for?
And what’s this living for?

Oh, make love’s moments count, sweet-heart
For none of us can tell
When we will drink the final draught
Of moment’s from Time’s well
And none can carelessly afford
To waste its pulsing laud
For every moment that is poured
Returns again to God
From God to man to God

© Janet Martin

This time of year it seems like there are never quite enough tick-tocks in a day:) It's back to the garden for now.

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