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Monday, September 16, 2013

Oh, Hand of Time



Before this twilight slips aloft
I beg of thee, oh, touch me soft
The harder knocks of life must be
To teach me true humility
As myriad of moments test
And prove the God I love the best

Oh, hand of Time, the law you teach
Oft keeps Wants’ laurels out of reach
And so before you test again
Oh, touch me softly now and then
Where I can learn love’s meeker truth
Reserved for those who slip from youth

For though I know that I must bear
Like others do life’s weary share
Of burdens only love can know
Oh, hand from whence Time’s moments flow
Before this twilight slips aloft
I beg of thee, oh, touch me soft

© Janet Martin



 Because it was going to be dark if I did dishes first, I went out first. Now I must do dishes.

4 comments:

  1. Dishes will wait, fall sunsets are far too impatient. Good choice. Exquisite poem.

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  2. I'm speechless. A beautiful poem and expertly written. My poems do not compare.

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  3. Louis,I am touched by your kind words. Thank-you.

    ...as for 'comparison', I believe beauty flows in each poem through the Great Poet:)Shine on, Louis.

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