Still, Above it All...

 Still, like May-green's subtle weaning...

Still, beneath Time’s rushing edict

Light and darkness ebb and flow

Like green hills soft-resurrected

From the fields of ice and snow

Still, within life’s wheeling, dealing

Give and taking high and low

Like a spool of string unrav'ling

Seamless seasons come and go

Still, amidst the grieving-leaving

-letting go; love’s sweetest pain

Tireless, time’s hand is weaving

That which cannot be again

Still, like May-green’s subtle weaning

Still, like roses in June’s smile

Still, like ending’s new beginning

Spills the willingness of While

Still, above it all the Giver

Of life’s ever-ebbing vim

Draws each arrow from His quiver

Surely, surely back to Him

 ©Janet Martin