Of For-never

For, "All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, 1 Peter 1: 24

Effortless, Day disappears

From here to for-never

Opportunity, my dears

Does not last forever

See, the outstretched Hour woos

Bearing our devotion

Ere its portion fades into

Past’s immortal ocean

Cropped, it seems a paltry thing

One wee hour; however

Side by side, soft, swift they wing

Shaping our for-never

Pray we, like a priceless gem

Cherish every glimmer

Hours shape the diadem

Where soon echoes shimmer

Love pours out in moment-swoon

Tick-tock tunes the Hour

We should seize its precious bloom

Time is like a flower

© Janet Martin