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That pink satin sash binding heaven to earth
Untethers the fringes of night
Unhinging a box that God’s whisper unlocks
And separates darkness from light
Love’s bridled Unknown renders fresh stepping-stones
...In the crook of God's arms we climb
The foot-path of life, where both laughter and strife
Frame heaven's gift... of Time
Who knows, as the sweep of dark melts from the deep
Who will be taken away?
The sun, like a ball of molten trumpet-call
Opens time’s door to Today
And we who remain to watch Mercy unchain
The Gate through which grace tilts Time’s tray
Are beholden thus to give our best because
This is our only Today
© Janet Martin
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble,
whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is
admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such
things. Phil.4:8
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