Loom-in-us

(click image to enlarge for easier reading)  From Shadow Child by Beth Powning

Time hurls, pearls, swirls mere moments

From Whence to history

The darling and the loathsome

Woven to memory

Time’s graphic illustrations

As morn to night abates

Stuns us with separations

The flux of it creates

How hardly we have held it

And then it disappears

Time’s tick-tock affidavit

Of moments meting years

Like flickers on a candle

The rigors of spent grace

Soon snuffs the jingle-jangle

That time lends to its chase

...and in its place a sudden

and unexpected Thing

The blessing of love's burden

Betrays us with a sting 

...of holy, hollow hunger

Filled with the live-and-learn

Of Time’s swift-soft-swirled wonder

Weaving its no return

© Janet Martin