Of Countdowns

My countdown girl (aka Victoria;) likes this screen-saver right now...

We count down hours to Christmas

Or flowers

Vacation, homecomings

And such

While we climb over

Mountains of winter

to summer

as years melt beneath

Time’s Grand Touch

Its free-fall of farewell

Evokes us to bear well

Parting’s sweet sorrow, for then

We begin counting the days, oh my darling

Until we will meet again

Birthdays and mirth-days

And days filled with weeping

Where Death dolls

That Greater Good-bye

Working or playing or

Waking or sleeping

Countdowns fill ladders

To the sky

For as tears and laughter

Fall to ever-after

One thing above all

None can see

Where over and under

Pulses silent thunder

…the countdown

To eternity

© Janet Martin

 So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him. Matt. 24:44