Monday, September 18, 2017


We, woven with whispers of want
Ache with an intangible font
That spills both thrill and forlorn sigh
And Hunger naught can satisfy

We, tested with the Best and Worst
Of have and hold, both blessed and cursed
Do battle with the breathy clout
Of all we learn to live without

We, of few days and trouble-filled
With give and take, tear down or build
Until we return to time’s Chief
The capsheaf of Love and Belief

We, on earth’s girth of season-sod
At birth begin climbs back to God
Where we, creatures of mortal voice
Will all make an Immortal Choice

© Janet Martin

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Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed by the visit! I welcome and appreciate, if thought you care to speak; the value and the input of compliment or critique