Beyond Today...

Beyond today we cannot say

What will befall or if perchance

We might be drawn from moment-spawn

For living’s ephemeral dance

Does not foretell when Time’s farewell

Will place its kiss upon our brow

We cannot see beyond today

The only thing we have is Now

And none can wheedle or demand

One glimpse beyond today’s firm hand

Beyond today we cannot say

What colors fill The Artist’s tray

The gold and gray that slipped away

Is nothing now but yesterday

And we, the love-and-learning squad

March ever onward up to God

Beyond today; a curious thought

Of fantasy and faith unwrought

We tremble twixt the ‘what-has-been’

And the ‘beyond-Today’s-unseen’

Beyond today oh, none can say of wise-man,

Soothsayer or sage

What Life will spill of good and ill

Upon its far and phantom page

Paris in June? Love’s Brigadoon?

What will it be? Ah, none can know

Its filament is lent and spent

Within a gasp that we call Now

And we can never snatch the thread

From He who gives our daily bread

© Janet Martin