Sunday, August 31, 2014

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

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