This is the day the Lord has made;We will rejoice and be glad in it. Ps.118:24
We slept; hours crept, swept swift-slow
Straight-forward slur, soft they
Tiptoe-tumbled; and now, somehow
Tomorrow is today
Yester-today that brimmed, will-wild
No one can ever find
It slumbers where many a child
Left childhood days behind
The font of want and wish and wait
And hope and fear and dread
And faith, frames a gossamer gate
With time’s tomorrow-thread
Still, in its strange, mysterious par
Twixt dusk and dawn’s relay
Time draws through night’s wish-world of stars
From tomorrow, today
© Janet Martin
That's beautiful Janet...evocative, and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJen
thank-you:)
DeleteStunning poem in words and images. That third stanza is magical.
ReplyDeleteSara, Thank-you for hearing what I hoped carried through:)
Deletep.s. blogger can be such a pain sometimes!!