Sojourners of Time

 (a rather shaky recording of golden moments falling;)

We gather, God, beneath Thy gaze

To tread life’s oft perplexing maze

Of highs and lows, of joys and woes

A mystical design

in hand-me-downs and wedding gowns

and flowers gilding summer’s crown

before the burnished laying down

of beauty from the vine

Yet, in this deft deliverance

from circumstance to circumstance

we will endure; we are secure

within a Master’s keep

as we behold the green and gold

and wonderment as seasons fold

from dust to dust, a transient hold

where garnered eons sleep

The Hand from which mute moments flow

like leaf-wrought flakes of golden snow

on summer’s lake, will not forsake

sojourners of Time’s charms

where soon we learn, its no return

requires grace we cannot earn

as we live, labor, love and yearn

toward His outstretched arms

© Janet Martin

...let men consider the steadfast love of the Lord. Ps. 107:43