Ever-present Essence of Something More

Earth slumbers beneath a blanket of stars

Time’s numbered days dwindle; dawn drains night’s bars

Darkness recedes, heaven's ebb of high tide

Unveiling streets, cities, and countryside

Oh, winter-white wonder, oh, green garb of spring

Oh, blue and gold summer, oh fall Color King

What gossamer law through thy fleet bearing weaves

Bud full of blossom to mud full of leaves

Time is no mere decoration of trees

More than a circuit of sun over seas

Or rose-blush rush toward age-sallow skin

Time runs its bow over earth’s violin

…composing a lifetime, chords of a clock

Toll, a grand metronome, tick-tock, tick-tock

Tugs ever closer that last curtain-fall

Time is a kiss on the cheek of death’s pall

Buckets and mops, mortgages, dinner, crops

Time is much more these mundane non-stops

While light swindles stars and spring kindles sod

Time dwindles in numbered days back to God

© Janet Martin

A person's days are determined; 

you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed.

Job 14:5

Well, I'm off to buckets and mops and dinner-prep non-stops...for now:)

Have a Happy Saturday!

Our Saturday is covered in a fresh sweep of snow. 

Last night its big flakes filled the dark as if heaven spilled a jar of cotton-balls! 

Stunning.