This fragile existence
Is precious because
Nothing remains for long
Just as it was
Through our bearing
Each day disappears
An intimate wearing of
Laughter and tears
Beggar and borrower
Brushes this sod
But for a glimmer on
Our way to God
Today is all we have
And ever will
Holding and molding what
Echoes soon spill
Darling, tomorrow is
Too far away
This fragile bearing was
Made for today
…and its fragile fading
Is sacred and dear
A precious preface to
Why we are here
© Janet Martin
Hop over and see the spring-masterpieces that Jen's sod is brushed with here
where the Light of the world is greater than all its darkness!
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