Fellow-travelers Are We...to day 3 of 2016

Up this ladder through the skies

My, Time's string of hours flies

Like a high-rise of good-byes

Poured in morn’s hello

Pressing hard against the soft

Interplay of sighs that waft

Where soon noon, now poised aloft

Strews the dust below

Who of us has borne this day?

Who can tell its come-what-may?

Who is fit to sneer at they

Clinging to its rung?

Do we not all need the gold

Of a helping hand to hold?

My, the winds of change blow cold

Where Time’s course is hung

…like a ladder from the sky

Where the feet of you and I

Often slip, but then we try

And try and try again

Fellow-travelers are we

Surely then we ought to be

Sympathetic to the plea

Of our fellow-men

© Janet Martin

 Therefore encourage one another and build each other up...1 Thess.5:11