The Best There Is (For Now)

The Best There Is breaks through the mist and wakes the air with gold

Without a look askance Patience refurbishes our hold

And while we struggle on toward the climax of this Climb

The Best There Is (for now) unravels seasons into Time

The outcome of The Best There Is (for now) is veiled in hours

Its substance lights time’s temp’ral flare and annihilates flowers

Though victory is certain for the one who has believed

On this side of The Curtain oft, the heart is vexed and grieved

We cannot bypass misfortune; oh, we would if we could

The Best There Is (for now) insists upon its honing good

And offers, for our pain and pleasure, views in sundry hue

Ah, though hurt metes its measure; there is joy and laughter too

We, shod with ignorance that knowledge cannot supersede

Are often quite breath-taken with the colors of our need

As, poised upon a mystic brink of who-what-when-where-how

We, by God’s grace embark upon The Best There Is (for now)

© Janet Martin