Before dusk seeps across earth’s bay
And the taper that lights Today
Is snuffed; the bud of morning’s hour
Bloomed and stripped of its fleeting flow’r
…before the path that lies before
Our eyes and feet to twilight’s shore
Dips, then slips from our touch because
What is soon becomes what once was
…before we cannot turn in vain
To wish its What Was
back again
God, help us now to recognize
The gift from You that lights the skies
Then, when dusk sweeps this day to naught
And fills the still of night with thought
We will not tarry at its shore
To wish the After to Before
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!