The Free-fall of an Hour

  

Chiseled upon the free-fall of an hour

Are all those things we did

…and never do

Like love-letters scrawled in mute moment-power

On parchment only God

Can fully view

…and while I blush to read what thought can see

And memory, in remorse

Oft regrets

How ever-sad love’s sentiments would be

Without a God who forgives

…and forgets

With startling ease the clock consumes a year

The free-fall of an hour

Slips through Hope’s glove

While root furnishes its blooms the atmosphere

Is charged with keen relinquishment

Of love

And soon the petal-tears of Wanting weep

Where faith and dreams

Caressed Time’s greedy dirt

And though we clench our fists we cannot keep

An hour of its laughter

Or its hurt

…save for the harbor of the heart where we

Gather a little while

Collectables

Of Beautiful or anger’s Misery

Tried by our faith and fear fraught

Rise and falls

…and even now Time’s elements bequeath

From naught but air

Our hunger’s greatest power

How silently an ocean fills beneath

The touch wrought by the free-fall

Of an hour

© Janet Martin

Here today, gone tomorrow. 

None can one spent hour borrow

Stop, enjoy love's blooms today

Before Time steals them all away