Where A Pale Veil Exists...

 Enter His gates with thanksgiving

And His courts with praise.

Ps.100:4

Thank-you God, grace beams from above

And draws us from our sleep

This Land of Promise burgeons, love

With bud-song none can keep

Dawn lights earth’s ancient avenue

We touch down trust-shod feet

Where melodies age-old yet new

Pour from hope’s music sheet

The garden spills in flowers for

A few short hours then

The bud that bloomed in perfect form

Is turned to dust again

Time’s treasure-trove of moments, love

Is such a precious thing

That it behooves each one of us

To sing and sing and sing

…and praise God for this gift of grace

Where a pale veil exists

To separate us from His face

With only Time betwixt

© Janet Martin

Are you writing about being fifty?, asked Victoria

Nope, I replied

Good! Age is just a number, she said

And I agreed.

Age is just the number

Not life's grief or happiness

Each year a declaration

Of God's tender faithfulness

Age is just a number
That tallies the ebb and flow
Of dawn to dusk, then tells the years
That by His grace we go

Age is just a number, love
A little kiss and tell

Thus we should wear the age we are

And try to wear it well