Thursday, April 19, 2018

Fragile Thread

PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “New Thread,” “Old Thread,” “Twitter Thread,” and “Blue Thread.”

 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. 
What is your life? 
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
James 4:14 NIV

A cavalcade of seasons that no lariat can lasso
Where we are oft betaken by its green-gold-red-white hue

Where highs and lows of thorn and rose bestow both prick and prize
The wicked and the wonder-full entangled in our sighs

…where feather, knife, tickles and slices; rife with pleasure-pain
To we, a breed of need and greed, subject to sun and rain

…and lingering where giddy pink and bronze undo the day
Until the very ground beneath our feet is drawn away

…and tucked beneath the hierarchy of stars above a sphere
Where years, like moths and fireflies flit by and disappear

…where we are oft left breathless by the impact of tick-tock
And how that Door to yesterday no latchkey can unlock

…where Now is always caught between The Was and What Will Be
A vapor on the Very Brink of Vast Eternity

…where awesome separation betwixt living and the dead
Are held into existence by One Single Fragile Thread

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 39:5
"Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, 
And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; 
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. 

We must pay closer attention, therefore, to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away. 
For if the message spoken by angels was binding, and every transgression and disobedience received its just punishment, how shall we escape if we neglect such a great salvation?

This salvation was first announced by the Lord, was confirmed to us by those who heard Him,  
and was affirmed by God through signs, wonders, various miracles, 
and gifts of the Holy Spirit distributed according to His will.
...continued here in Heb. 2

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