Of Think-land and Ink

We blink, the murky ink of dreamland dissipates; the stars

Like sun-sparkles on midnight’s lake alight on other shores

And now we think ahead to fit the unknowns to our Knowns

Not able to forecast the layout of its stepping stones

So many me-me-mes push, push to be our number one

And oh, we think-think-think, but thought alone gets nothing done

Our more-or-lesses are not more than other wars oft fought

The birthing room of the unknown trembles beyond our thought

The mind is never satisfied; its greedy appetite

Slams us with life’s fresh flavors; we must choose which fruit to bite

For wrong and right are not a hoax; thought’s aftermath the road

That future generations fight and cover with their blood

We blink. The ink of think-think-think drips from primed and poised pens

The more we live the less we know, it seems, but then again

With mouths wide open we inhale and never choke on gold

God tips Time’s ephemeral grail into our hollow hold

We drink. Hope’s highway to the stars is paved with the success

Of rebounding by heaven’s grace from shame and recklessness

Our wide eyes reach but cannot fit unknowns against our knowns

But trust the One who lays His grip beneath Love’s steppingstones

© Janet Martin

 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. Ps.19:14