This Grand Abyss

This grand abyss from whence a day is drawn then brushed away

Ignites scrawled shadows on the lawn and fills its dark with day

While we, the journeymen of hope and heartache deftly link

Our years upon Time’s beveled slope toward an Awesome Brink

My, my, the doorway to another day swings easily

Our dashing feet soon scar the street of mercy’s sympathy

And the abyss where all Time is, is vast and undefined

A drop within the eon of this Thing that slips our mind

We pile up books to teach or reach to places strange and far

We dream a little dream perhaps and wish upon a star

We drink our coffee, live, laugh, love and learn toward a Door

That when we have passed through no one can return anymore

We gaze in wonder at the thunder from a broken sky

Knowing full well we cannot quell what waits in yonder ‘nigh’

Ah, Lord of mercy, stir our souls; this awesome brink is sure

Eternity is more than endless nothings to endure

This grand abyss where future gives the filament to past

Is but a vapor on the air; a stair to what will last

Our diligence to recompense is not a futile quest

Thus we should strive each day we live to give it our best

© Janet Martin

Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. 1 Cor. 15:58