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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

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

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