Humbly Glad

These kin-ships dear that mark the year

With hello-farewell friendly tear

Becomes the string to which we cling

In spite of Time’s insistent wing

Where night takes flight on morning light

And gathers wisdom in hindsight

Before the door to Past’s Before

Is swinging shut on never-more

 

…but still, the will to taste the thrill

Where morning spills both good and ill

Compels us to embrace the new

Before the blue-dusk avenue

Slips from our eyes as star-frothed skies

Induce a dreamer’s dreamy sighs

And makes us humbly glad to know

The God by whose grace all, we go

© Janet Martin