Precious Gold

 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