In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
I wait and watch before my eyes
Methinks the night grows thin and gray
I wait and watch the eastern skies
To see the golden spears uprise
Beneath the oriflamme of day…
(from The Waiting by John Leafgreen Whittier)
The sky shrugs off its diamond cloth, then satin scarf of
blush and gold
It dons the hue of blue on blue; time’s shades of grace
and getting old
Where Dreamer dares to take a bow and stare with lover’s
eyes toward
A place that stays the same somehow; where hope and
hunger’s vault is stored
The doer brushes dirt from knees with hands scored with
the war of years
Knowing how soon dawn’s newness turns to noon then dusk,
then disappears
As fight twixt wrong and right and faith and fear and
want and need
Delivers from the womb of night the Light and love of God
to lead
…lest in our haste of touch and taste we overlook what
matters most
How bread we break and plan we make on living’s daily Must we host
Is but the Thoroughfare to where we meet the Giver face
to face
Aha, then we should kneel in prayer and grasp His
Lifeline for this race/chase
The sky shrugs off its cloth of diamond studs and blush
and gold
We shrug off blankets; touch down toes/trust upon
dawn’s dew-on-dust threshold
Where everyone is growing older in time’s gold-blue ebb
and flow
And nothing stays the same it seems, except God’s grace
whereby we go
© Janet Martin
...and here is the whole GORGEOUS poem,
The Waiting by John Leafgreen Whittier
(...the last line, and good but wished, with God is done)
No comments:
Post a Comment
I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!