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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