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