Thursday, August 6, 2015

Of All There Is to Learn

In all the ways of growing old
That we must learn to learn
In spite of what we have been told
As soft the seasons turn
We are not spared and cannot keep
The forward flow of days from sleep

In all the ways that days allow
Of laughter, love and loss
It seems we are surprised somehow
By life’s swift albatross
And how its charge is intertwined
With mercy- gardens, lily-lined

In all the ways of have and hold
A stunning undertow
Roars rampant as the skies unfold
Time’s timeless letting go
The dark consumes the little day
The flower blooms then falls away

In all the changeless laws of dust
That we inherit here
It seems we need to learn to trust
Or suffer, cursed with fear
As we learn all there is to learn
In this Through-way of No Return

© Janet Martin

 For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. 
The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:

1 Pet.1:24

I know summer flies by, yet, every summer I'm stunned at the haste of it!
Last night I stood, mesmerized as hallowed good-byes
washed ripened harvest with sighs...

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