Appointment Card

There is no date

On this card,

So we refuel vehicles,

Rake the yard

Sip coffee

Make love,

Scrub, scold,

The treasure-trove

Of all things human

Closely aligned

With an appointment

That sometimes slips our mind

As we seek, find

Hold, let go

And marvel at the beauty

Of sunset on snow

Or worry that duty

Is bigger than hope

As we try to balance

On life’s one way slope

Drawing us nearer

Not to graves of sod

But to faith-and-trembling,

Face-to-face

Appointment with God

© Janet Martin