Time’s investment doled in moments
Leaves us breathless now and then
Holy, holy, like an ocean
Rolling from God down to men
Where we spend its ‘lend’ of hours
Purchasing, oft without voice
Consequence of transient bowers
And the aftermath of choice
People all begin as students
Rife with ignorance and lust
Learning the import of prudence
Through the hunger-pangs of trust
After we have borne the beauty
That turns raven locks to white
We see time as more than duty
To a corpse of morn-noon-night
We see Time as serious business
Like sun-sparkles on a sea
Where investments leave us breathless
…its payoff, eternity
© Janet Martin
Ever so true
ReplyDeleteOh, the richness of sun diamonds. I'm greedy for them. Lovely photo.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to see them first-hand once again!
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