Filling Want's Pockets

Now, let’s be done with the vain mongering

Of fear and doubt, of greed and despair

Time, like a river that falls through the air

To our outstretched arms, stirs a hungering

For its gentler beauties that cannot be owned

Or stolen by those who are thirsty for things

We all would feel like the richest of kings

Fear, doubt, despair would be softly dethroned

If in-between toil’s quotidian rod

We would determine to follow our feet

Into dusk's lane-way or mid-meadow street

Eager for nothing but cadence of sod

Time is so eager to shuck harvest's sheaf

Tucking to nothing each bud-let and leaf

Now, let’s be done with oppression of guilt

Once and for all our dear Savior died

Knowing that we were sinful, cursed with pride

Over Time’s eons Love’s redemption spilt

And we should have time now, for nothing but Love

Oh, who can say, I have no need of it?

And Time never pauses so we must, to sit

Beneath the awning of heaven above

Tilting our faces, up, up, feel the kiss

Of autumnal farewell, bold, bully-blue

Life’s best of things are not uncommon, new

But ageless and free as lost Eden’s first bliss

Earth’s Gilead suffers long ‘neath our haste

We should slow down and remember to taste

Oh, taste and see that the Lord God is good

Pity the one who despises the truth

Lavishing venom of lust; vile, uncouth

Over a void of Love misunderstood

Now, let’s be done with our anger and hate

Render them, down on an altar of grass

Kneel where the whisper of season-songs pass

Beneath atonement from heavenly gate

Soon Time will solve our quibble and quarrel

Life is too short to be hobbled by things

We should be awed by nature’s offerings

Silver of dew-gem on jade petal-pearl 

Wealth spilling from every seed, bud and limb

Filling want’s pockets with wonders of Him

© Janet Martin