Surrender...

Once more the birth of morn falls prey

To noon then dusk, midnight

Then dawn

Where oft we hunger to untwist

The mist that time insists

Upon

As gossamer of years adheres

To patterns patterned in

The Womb

Of Eden’s heaven, before tears

After The Fall; earth bore

A Tomb

For Death was introduced to life

And man to toil and pain’s

Travail

Time’s threads twisted into a knife

That only God can wield;

The grail

From whence the birth of morn falls prey

To noon then dusk, midnight

Then dawn

Pours mist we hunger to untwist

But God instills His will

Upon

© Janet Martin