Time's Treasure Hunt

Dawn draws its well-known center-piece

Up from Time’s yawning shore

As what began in Eden’s place    

Is fresh and new once more

Be kind, oh tick- and-tocking leap

Bestowal of God’s grace

This little thing we cannot keep

Spills into our embrace

And what is clothed in mystery

Will soon its bit unveil

Before it turns to history

Like ashes in a grail

And oh, before it is no more

God grant that we have tried

Not to increase our earthly store

But on time’s other side

…laid up more everlasting joy

Of riches dear and real

Where moth and rust do not destroy

Nor thieves break through to steal

For soon the wind that combs Time’s fields

Will still; we’ll rise to meet

Where none can see what death reveals

Of treasures at God’s feet

©  Janet Martin


 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:  Matt 6:19