All is calm and bright once again where yesterday's skylines were blurred with March Lion's roar!
These birdies are bobbing about happily this morning after being nearly blown away by yesterday's gale...
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in
barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more
valuable than they?
Matt. 6:26
The skyline does not shift; an elusive promenade
It cups the sift of Time betwixt borders surreal and stayed
And amazes man’s gaze; its breadth incomprehensible
Where seasons flare and fade upon a dusk-dawn pedestal
The elixir of morn pours fresh-squeezed vim into our sigh
But soon its drink turns pink and vespers croon a lullaby
As age-old ‘my-time-flies’ is new on younger tongues,
still bold
Where a new generation learns the ways of have and hold
The Author of Time’s ephemeral gasp of changeless change
Gathers between skylines, timelines that none can rearrange
The aptitude of day and night’s subtle velocity
Fills us with gratitude and lessons of humility
There now, there now, don’t fret, the Author of Time’s
penmanship
Does not forget us; His love-letters glimmer, shimmer, drip
Into a harbor cupped twixt skylines that will never move
While Mercy grips the tie that binds it to the Author’s love
© Janet Martin
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