Gladdest Certainty

Hark, chimes of gladdest Certainty

Toll through Time’s groan of care

Yet ages, like a rolling sea

Cannot man's Hope despair

The power of an hour takes

And gives in sleek alloy

The flower of its bower breaks

In both sorrow and joy

While hope unadulterated

In ageless Pureness beams

The dark cannot overtake it

Or mute what grace esteems

Where chimes of gladdest Certainty

Calms fear’s calamity

God WAS, IS and WILL EVER BE

The love that sets us free

© Janet Martin

 This is love: not that we loved God, 

but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.

1 John 4:10

Sometimes, (esp. this week in the aftermath of the American election, the fever thereof having trickled over the border into Canada) when hateful things are said, I’m inclined to believe it is not hate but fear that drives awful words from the tongue.

Tell me, please, after all the Remembering ceremonies of yesterday, how can we bear to nurture anything but love?

Time is short.

We need each other.

Every one of us.