Kaleidescopes

In this kaleidoscope of dark and light

Where moments melt to mem’ry; day to night

Within a ticking-tocking teeny hour

The begging bud becomes a beaming flower

But only for a little while; the tomb

Is gaping where these bonny beggars bloom

Beneath the wide-eyed welkin middle-day

In Eden’s age-old fashion flits away

And we re-shift our chairs, adapt to change

While ever still Time’s massifs rearrange

This mosaic of youth to middle age

To rocking chairs perplexes and prepares

Us for the cap sheaf of existence; that last page

When our book closes and we climb those mystic stairs

After life’s prayer and careworn little bit

To meet the Master who makes all the pieces fit

…this awesome undertaking of a day

If realized steals our breath away

For Hope, our ultimate lifeline extends

Beyond this scope where ignorance pretends

What still remains to come we do not know

Or how long is Time’s sweep from here to There?

The colors of this aching ebb and flow

Fills retrospect with sympathetic prayer

…the seed becomes the bud, the bloom exhales

Before the Certainty of death prevails

…yet season-scapes persist; its rooming-house

Embraces eager children in its joust

While this kaleidoscope of day to night

Turns moments into mem’ries; day to night…

© Janet Martin

Yesterday at our family-reunion we reminisced and remarked at the changes in ten years; there are ten children in my family and we each take a turn to host our summer get-together. Yesterday we were at the home of my oldest sister and we were reflecting on the changes since the last time they hosted it! What will another ten years bring? Only God knows.