Friday, April 25, 2014

Of Burden and Beacon

Here upon time’s season-fallow
We are called, not to employ
Moments for a moment’s measure
But for love’s eternal joy

Here upon thorn-thistle canvas
Ripe with dread and black with doom
We go forth; and pray Lord willing
Here and there a little bloom

Sorrow spills its solemn season
Laughter thrills our lips, ere strife
Bleeds its burden, still Love’s beacon
Breaks the dark of death with Life

Hope and heartache intermingle
This will ever be our fight
As the Love of God eternal
Lights our candle with His Light

Here upon Time’s season-vapor
We are called, not to despair
But to trust and praise our Maker
As we light hope’s wick with Prayer

© Janet Martin

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