Like Scattered Sighs...A Little Christmas Eve Nostalgia:)

(a little Christmas Eve Nostalgia as I remember those who were here last year but no longer...)

Behind us lies what once was the aliveness of Today

Before us who can tell the wherefore of its come-what-may?

Upon a hearth of centuries we scarcely leave a trace

Of this minute existence before After’s long embrace

Still, all that we may make of it and all we ever say

Is always in the twinkling wink of time we call Today

The give and take of sleep and waking seals moments in years

What can we do but our best until time disappears?

For hours keep no tally as they sally through the air

First filtered through God’s mercy then proportioned into care

Where have and hold of growing old reveals how unprepared

We were and are as twilight never leaves one day un-snared

We cannot count mere moments; who can measure their mute span?

But oh, the years they render oft impresses thoughts of man

Where choice tenders its offspring and today offers anew

The opportunity to do those things we ought to do

Because the twinkling wink of time will soon soft-close its eyes

Its quick accumulation of Todays like scattered sighs…

© Janet Martin