Time's Welcome Wends Its Way Once More...

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Time’s welcome wends its way once more

From heaven-founts to our front door

On that far shore twixt sky and earth

Another day unveils its birth

And who of us can do a thing

To tune the tide within its spring?

Dawn’s hallelujah-cloven seas

Mold moments into centuries

Its breath-to-breath allotment of

Learning to live and laugh and love

Are tossed into dusk’s melting pot

Then born anew to this blue dot  

Come now; we dare not drag our feet

Today will never hit ‘repeat’

Hope tumbles through gold-vaulted gates

And piles fresh mercy on our plates

From sacred skeins time’s honeyed thread

Renders its grace like holy bread

A garden sleeps in winter’s clutch

A memory waits beneath our touch

Morning reaches into the sky

Where noon and night are standing by

Like doormen waiting at their post

To usher in Time’s hungry host

But now, a welcome-mat is laid

Across the spills of yesterday

A clean slate pressed into our hold

Its Teacher dressed in blue and gold

And we cannot help but be glad

In this new day the Lord has made

© Janet Martin

 Not pennies in pockets,

Not 'stuff' in our hands

But love in our hearts

This, God understands