Time's Testing Tempest

Come; touch your faith to morning’s sky

Where Hope’s new fathoms gleam

Time has not shut her weathered eye

Nor sealed its silent stream

Come; mercy’s well-spring is not dry

So drink its pure esteem

For else the heart will vacant die

A pulse without a dream

What wild or wondrous joys yet wait

 Beyond this frigid rime?

Come; climb aboard morning’s frigate

We sail the seas of Time

The mistral must amalgamate

With bonny-breeze sublime

Ice cannot solder winter’s gate

Nor quell spring’s kinder clime

We cannot barter with the air

Nor weather-choosers be

And all must suffer ill and fair

Upon Time’s tempest-sea

So come; dawn spills from moorings where

Cold dark shuttered its lea

This waking dream its fruit will bare

Beneath the blooming tree

© Janet Martin

Come on, all…we can do it; Another snow day!