Thought-Pursuit

 Southern Ontario is enjoying a blip of unseasonal high temps! hooray.

Dark mutes its sigh; the sky adheres

To time’s unstoppered hue, soft blue

As thought pursues its muse of fears

And faith and bit of dreaming too

The air is kissed with grace of God

And we would be remiss to miss

His mercy where the curse of sod

And sweat of thought is more than This

…for This is but the thoroughfare

To where we all will realize

The worth of birth and death; its care

A stairway to more than starred skies

…as thought, for all its sundry ways

Of balancing both good and ill

Cannot do more than trust and gaze

Into the face of days until…

The belfry that tolls where the height

Of sight stops short the might of man

Will fold time’s scroll of day and night

Back to the Whole where we began
...God

© Janet Martin

 Finally, brothers and sisters, 

whatever is true, 

whatever is noble, whatever is right, 

whatever is pure,

 whatever is lovely, 

whatever is admirable—

if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—

think about such things.

Phil.4:8