Time’s unknown tests the best of us
Unyielding oracle
And Past’s closed book perplexes us
Ever unalterable
This threshold that we stand upon
Of grace, riddled with blanks
Implores us, each and everyone
To fill those gaps with thanks
For by the grace of God we go
To live, laugh, love and learn
So fill the blanks of life with thanks
For mercies none can earn
© Janet Martin
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