That Which We Can Do...

Now rising from the ash of dusk and its frequent demise

The paling of yon heavens sweeps across night’s fettered skies

Beneath Dawn’s beacon, blush and gold or cold and heavy-cast

Mercy expands its breadth of awe from Hands fit for the task

And man, beneath its law of rise and set begets anew

Not what he fully understands but that which he can do

The empire of spent centuries slumbers beneath his feet

Upon its dust man’s routine Must rouses the quiet street

Where that which he supposes juxtaposes with what was

Time’s rose and thorn pronouncement stuns newcomers with its laws

And we are all newcomers to the colors on yon brink

Where that which we can do dons new attire; bronze, gray, pink

Now, that which we can do may seem quite common-place and small

And we may think that what we do won’t count for much at all

Unless we bear in mind the One man serves is King of kings

Deserving our utter best no matter what life brings

As, from the ash of dusk the phoenix of love’s patience prize

Rises, where that which we can do is sacred in God’s eyes

© Janet Martin

 Colossians 3:23
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters...