Time's Touchdown

A quiet rush of ruby fills the air

Time’s touchdown spills in warbler-trills

We dare not linger where

We laid aside our busyness of care

To sleep and pray, for yesterday

Has no doorway from here to there

 The quick ability of tick-and-tock

Declares its might in dark to light

And petals on the walk

We change our plans; trust God for that and this

And none can force His hand, of course

We try; ah, foolishness

We have no choice; the frigate of an hour

Soon bears away both gold and gray

In muted moment-power

A quiet rush of ruby dissipates

The sun, like Heaven’s shepherdess climbs high

To pastures without gates

And we, its charge to keep cannot afford

To brood in chains for gilded strains

That yesterday has stored

© Janet Martin