Fringe Benefits

Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:

 ....Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; 

who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;

Ps.103;v.2&v.4

These glorious September-day benefits include a lot of pot-with-something-to-stir...

...a lot of bloom-savoring

...days of so much to do, so little rhyme;-)

Affixed to this perusal of abysmal toll and chime

We sense an immense Something hinged to the fringe we call Time

The parenthesis of what passes through us without thought

Keeps us poised twixt all that once was and all that yet is not

…where misers, spenders, dreamers, doers, dally, hurry, wait

Each on a common way toward Tomorrow’s abstract gate

And some of us will fret and fuss, meanwhile with grace regaled

And some of us will reach the place where its chase is unveiled

Ah, who knows who will move through the fringe hinged to who knows what?

And who of us is immune to the hierarchy of God?

For all the boast and blather that we gather, give, explore

It all comes down to this; What Is, is hinged to Something more

Sometimes in the small middle of this little leap of love

Lavished with utter beauty and devastation thereof

We sense an Immense Something hinged to this faith-fear-trust-doubt

Where time is but a fringe hinged to what life is all about

© Janet Martin