For the Members of Time's Choir...

Morning rain-drops 

tap-dance a tittle-tune 

on  wide-eyed windows ...

These tiny dancers 

have left their glass-galoshes at home, 

unlike a few days before!!

Mercy of new morning graces

Time’s waysides of toil and test

We, from our perspective places

Turn our faces to the west

Break thy bit of bread from Heaven

From these crumbs of give and take

Comes a testament of living

Ere we lie where none will wake

From the doorway of man’s longing

Hope, like a scepter of fire

Lights the sheet-music of morning

For the members of time’s choir

Warriors of faith and duty

We take up love’s tools of trade

Walk the way of wraithlike beauty

In this day the Lord has made

Life and death, ah, half-breath barrier

Poised upon time's skiff of sod

Where this dust sails to the hour

That unveils the face of God

© Janet Martin

'look at all these buds', cried Victoria, 'that will never bloom!'

...and a little later she remarked thoughtfully, 'there are a lot of metaphors for life here...'