Beneath Time's Weeping Tree We Pass

My friend Monica turns 50 today! hop over to Prince Snow's Farm to read her thoughts and wish her a blessed one, will you? Of course, birthdays and esp. a half-century one has us contemplating time and its ultimatums!

Beneath Time’s weeping tree we pass

And like the leaf of bud-to-bloom

Soon every splendor decks the grass

That decks earth’s clasp of womb and tomb

Behold, how swift the hours sift

Ah, Past is not an ancient page

But the extension of a gift

That startles youth and middle-age

…where life is a brief, awesome leap

Regardless of its numbered years

When weighed against death’s endless sleep

Man’s stuttered measure disappears

This moment-metered Here to There

Beneath Time’s season-weeping tree

Is but the gasp where we prepare

To meet God and eternity

Therefore we should give utmost heed

Earth’s belfry bleeds with tick and tock

Unfurling fleet footpaths that lead

Beyond the pleading of the clock

Beneath Time’s weeping tree we pass

Wise is the sojourner who trusts

Beyond this wish-span’s vapor glass

In He who metes its dust-to-dust

Hope is the crux of live-laugh-love

Hope is the treasure of the soul

Beneath Time’s weeping tree we move

Toward its everlasting goal

© Janet Martin