Wednesday, May 23, 2018


It’s not perfect; time’s arrangement spills with Duty’s charge and change
We are always touching something that the morrow will estrange
Darling, dormant ages slumber where no footsteps ever tread
Twilight tucks its newest member into past’s eternal bed

Morning like a misty matrix forges from its gorgeous ilk
That which weathers time’s wayfarers with tethers of steel and silk
Where the threads which weave a lifetime fall through fingers far above
Where what is not perfect passes first through Hands of perfect love

Darling, let’s not be too hasty to assume gloom’s so and so
Creatures perched on earthy bleachers speculate but cannot know
The full impact of the pieces that seem more like shards than grace
Where what is not perfect leads us nearer to That Perfect Place

It’s not perfect; but let’s reason together while here below
‘once our sins were red as scarlet; now we are washed white as snow’
And the pardon for the verdict that would damn each soul to death
Has been signed by Perfect Mercy; let’s praise Him with every breath

© Janet Martin

  Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
Isa.1:18 KJV

Never mind that Dolly's dress was inside out and backwards; through Love's eyes she was perfect!

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