We are Blessed...with Today

…and here we are, recipients of heaven-glimpses, oh

Gentle, the morning melts the dark like springtime melts the snow

The hour spreads and ripples, its circumference exhales

To tint with periwinkle pasture-lane in star-like veils

These glimpses hush our pleading for the clattering of things

And somehow what we’re needing spills to earth from seraph-wings

Behind the gray of rainy day, we know an ocean waits

Its ether hold will pour like gold through heaven’s broken gates

Today is quite unlike its predecessors, none before

Has ever worn its garment or passed through Time’s two-fold door

And when it disappears, then, only then will this day be

A button on the uniform of bridled history

Here we are; tomorrow is a foreign fantasy

But ah, today implores from us the best that we can be

To touch kind heaven-glimpses with the wonder of a child

To let our fingers linger where the love of God runs wild

What good are our long faces with our bellies full of bread?

Unfold those fists; God’s graces are not drum-rolls for the dead

Where dread and worry tramples beneath ever-seeking feet

Love’s delicate examples of God-gifted meadow-sweet

Here we are, but only for a little while then we

Like Time, but with a soul will fade into eternity

Our remnant like the seeds that fall where barren blossoms die

Come, now the hour pleads from God, ah, how will we reply?

© Janet Martin

...my first reply will be with cloth and broom, then we'll see;)