...how soon the afternoon donned deeper shades, then disappeared...
Each morning climbs the hill until it becomes afternoon
Then, like the shade that climbs through every fence and
gate to lie
Across the yard, the afternoon turns into vesper-tune
And so it goes, from bud to rose to slumber’s lullaby
Then we should pause, because who knows how soon That Gong
will toll
And we should purpose in this place of God-anointed Time
To marvel at the way a day, a bud, a year unfolds
Then falls away like petals when the bloom has lost its
shine
Let’s let a moment linger longer on our fingertips
That drip-drop from Time’s spigot will run dry. When? Ah,
who knows?
Let’s laugh a little more and fill hello with first friendships
Let’s smile, let’s share, let’s dare to live as if This Door
might close
Now morning climbs the hill and if God wills, the afternoon
Is waiting like a shroud that every morning dons at last
We cannot hold back moments; soon an hour claims its due
Let’s hope-love-pray before this day turns into Ever Past
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!