This Flight of Faith

This flight of fantasy will soon be fact

Yesterday’s triumph soon exhausts its thrill

To moments carving fresh modes of attack

Where morning wends its way across the hill

We trace the outline of our hopes and dreams

Sketching them on the pleasure of a thought

Before the disarray of maudlin schemes

Jars with the javelin of life’s despot

This easy flight of moments jolts our flesh

The measure of a memory probes the air

Where fantasy and faith and fact enmesh

In imminence of laughter or despair

The folly of our fumbling arrogance

Is not enough to render peace at last

Within the vertex of a moment-glance

Present annuls the future to the past

And lest the fear of it derides our faith

We would do well to reach for Mercy’s rod

Remembering ‘tis He who leads the way

As we go thence, but by the grace of God

© Janet Martin