Before we know it yesterday's tomorrow will be yesterday and its unknowns will be known!
The trumpet of Today splays gold with Unknown’s olden ways
Where morrow-lands deftly unfold to worlds of yesterdays
The heart is like a phantom glove that fills with letting go
Time’s tempest spills
a two-fold love that thrills and pains us so
For, to love is to learn full-force the bittersweet alloy
How sorrow summoned at its source is the harvest of joy
The eye of Want is like a tomb where gloom and hunger live
But happiness is like a bloom that flowers as we give
The spoil of toil is trouble, sure as the spark upward flies
And Time is like a bubble bobbing beneath boundless skies
One step and then another, love, is how we reach each goal
As surely as the touch of time siphons the skin from Soul
One step and then another, love, is how we reach each goal
As surely as the touch of time siphons the skin from Soul
© Janet Martin
Yes indeed.
ReplyDelete:) Seems I sometimes drive myself crazy with constant contemplation, but this life is such an awesome and brief undertaking...
DeleteHi Janet,
DeleteReally enjoyed your musings today, and especially these two lines:
'The spoil of toil is trouble, sure as the spark upward flies
And Time is like a bubble bobbing beneath boundless skies'
I've been doing a LOT of soul searching, myself, for the past few years, and continue to do so on a daily basis. I have learned to live in the present, for the past has no path and the future's is foggy.
Poppy
Hi Poppy,(soul-mate:) I'm glad you understand and I agree! The present, as susceptible as it is to the winds of change is the ONLY place to dwell!
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