Of Ether Rembrandts

"H-m-m-m, I wonder what today will look like before its all over", 

I said to Victoria this morning, as I viewed a rather muddled ‘must-do’ list

 When this bush blooms it resurrects echoes from Bygone's rooms...

June 1995

We want for much; while touch of Time leaves laugh-lines on our cheeks

And siphons from thin air, the lair that harbors days and weeks

This grandiose acquaintance with the rise and set of sun

Delivers ether Rembrandts to the place where past is hung

While new day pours Time’s age-old wars from jars of groan and grin

And pens, through its perusal, chronicles beneath our skin

If we have all we need then want is not too much to bear

Though for want’s quiet cause we plead and breathe hope into prayer

That blatant ache of dread, while we break bread beneath blue sky

Demands the valor of a soldier in life’s battle cry

For training grounds of trust are all up-hill, we must proceed

Because we have much more than most if we have all we need

Do not despair; the air that tolls the golden bell of dawn

Is like an invitation to ‘gird up and carry on’

For what has been will be again though not quite like before

And we are always on the verge of Unknown’s Something More

The storehouse that holds future-past unfolds a gap between

Where Now is like a canvas cast to capture rev’ries scene

The heart should burst for love; both blessed and cursed by what it brings

The thorn and bloom of it consumes us with rapture and stings

Its Want is like a child we nurse and try to train and teach

The pros and cons of straining for Something still out of reach

Bravo, dear dreamer, but oh, do not overlook the gift

That drops its pearls then gathers them into dusk’s rose-blue rift

Darling, the death of days and years will never drain dawn’s deep

Its birth of here and now appears with promises to keep

Hello, sweet yellow cello in yon blue orchestral sea

Your sheet music spills puddles of shadow beneath the tree

Where we of wish and wonder walk and talk and ever learn

New truths from age-old lessons taught through laws of no return

© Janet Martin

  

No one can afford to look back too long 

without missing out on today’s moment-song!