Of Service and Sabbaths

A silent circuit of midnight to morning trolls the deep

This interview of dark to light is far above our reach

Yet in the discourse of its offering we work and sleep

Shaping within its aftermath those echoes we beseech

A pen cannot descry the whole of it; twixt sod and sky

Duty deploys its legions in a tireless regime

And we, of soul-skin service are its bumbling infantry

If would eat then we cannot sit idle by Time’s stream

Shalom, good morning, Buenos dias, howdy, how are you

We greet our fellow-comrades where the day unveils its strife

Adios, au revoir, good-bye, farewell, and see you soon

Arabesque affidavit as touch-homage shapes a life

Come now, we must be going for this semi-circle sweep

Of gold upon the grass will soon be swaddled in dark blue

As precious pitter-patter of an hour drains its deep

And all that we have left of it is what we yet must do

© Janet Martin

I cherish this one day of the week for rest from moiling toil!

May our worship be sincere and our rest sweet.

Remember the Sabbath Day and keep it holy. Exodus 20:8