Ephemeral More

Gold-crowned, Time’s gifted grace

From outer-regions beams

And pours in dazzling streams

Through night’s ebony space

Heaven’s laughing ‘hello’

Highlights earth’s beveled sweep

Where we wade, mercy-deep

Into time’s forward flow

…in search of who-can-say

What dusk will testify

Where dawn is flinging wide

The doorway to Today

Time’s thread of gossamer

Spins soft with ether gold

The New across the old

Familiar Stranger

Its smooth-faced sea conceals

The imminence of Past

A tableau ever-cast

On Bygone’s ageless reels

…where God's gold-gilded grace

Extends by moment-score

Man’s ephemeral More

To kiss each up-turned face

© Janet Martin

I'm curious to see if dusk will testify of a few finished projects...namely a desk I am working on for Victoria's freshly painted room!