We stand upon a shore
To over-look a sea
Twixt what has gone before
And what is yet to be
The imminence of New
Is cradled in the Old
And everything we do
Will soon fall to its hold
The gentle morn awakes
Washing across earth’s beach
But soon the hour will take
It far beyond our reach
Lord, touch us as we stand
And overlook its sea
These footprints in God's hand
Lead to eternity
...there are no shorelines where
The Epic Evermore
Lies just beyond our stare
After Time's brief Before
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!