Just In Case

How seamless moments meld; a mute succession that creates

The pictures thought will gaze upon as dawn to dusk abates

Ah, pray we do not take for-granted time's gossamer rain

That falls then fades, in case we never meet like this again

How deft the hand that weaves the strand that spills from God to us

How swift the span that closes in where we grin, fret and fuss

The blue-eyed sky grows sleepy and the gates that flung afar

At dawn are drawn and bolted with a brooch of evening star

The sky is painted yellow where dusk’s cello-anthems waft

Then softly disappear into a diamond-studded loft

How hardly we have held those sequences that tock and tick

Now welded to the cast of past; a muted mosaic

We cannot still the tempest that runs through the skin of days

And sets afire the hour that sets hearts and souls ablaze

Nor can we tell how near or far we are to farewell’s pain

So, we should dance in case we never get the chance again

© Janet Martin