This Thing Uncommon

 h-m-m-m, I caught myself thinking as I stared at those same olds...same old tree, same old fence same old...no wait! Brand new morning!

As far as I can tell

As far as I can see

This morning looks a lot like mornings sealed in history

Darkness dissolves the shell

That cups daylight; sets free

Something, as far as I can tell that looks common to me

But this, no one has seen

For it has never been

This day of days that comes but once and will not pass again

Unfolds gray-gold that seeps

From yon to soldered deeps

T’will grace but once Time’s way, oh pray it may not pass in vain

For who of us can tell

And who of us can see

How near the tolling of a bell that quells mortality?

But this no one has seen

For it has never been

Come, come, this uncommon morning beckons to you and me

© Janet Martin

 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps. 90:12