Wednesday, November 23, 2016

When We Begin To See

PAD Challenge day 23: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “When (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. 

When new day forges from dark deep
A gorgeous steppingstone
To lay beneath both sky and feet
The measure to move on

When new ways come to dis the old
And test the tried and true
With theories, daring and bold
And foreign to our view

When we begin to feel the sting
Of time’s insistent thrum
As we struggle to wear the Thing
We once felt so safe from

When we begin to see how thin
The veil that separates
Immortal soul from mortal skin
And Time from timeless gates

Then we begin to realize
The frailty of sod
And we, if we are meek and wise
Will seek the hand of God

© Janet Martin

 You have made my days a mere handbreadth; 
the span of my years is as nothing before you. 
Everyone is but a breath, 
even those who seem secure.

Psalm 39:5

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