We spent a whole Precious-gold day in the garden; its moments a perpetual falling away into Yesterday
On its trapeze the sun with ease swung over trees to
lowered west
And there it fell, the air a bell where echoes toll in human
breast
For as it pealed it softly sealed the Here and Now beneath a
brim
Of mist and musk and dew and dusk, its slumber swathed in
vesper-hymn
Beyond the fond remembrances where dawn dissolved what
evolved, veiled
Then filtered through man’s say-and-do on avenues with grace
regaled
The cup filled up with Mystery spilled; History expands its
fold
On far-off bars soldered with stars we gazed at remnant
splays of gold
That No Man’s Land is fraught with thought, yet we cannot
linger too long
For soon the sun on its trapeze will tease dark seas with
morning-song
Where a new stage is set, time’s page from age to age mercy-renewed
Yesterday will not pass again but strums the dark with dawn’s
prelude
© Janet Martin
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Heb. 13:8
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