A Temporary 'House'

  But as it is written:

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
Nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”

1 Cor. 2:9

(wow! we sure will be in for a treat, huh?! Impossible to imagine!)

The Hand that pours the footing where

Our Here and Now is lent

Siphons elements of thin air

Into Time’s firmament

Its phantom frame that wafts in space

And we fill with response

Will soon fade to a resting place

Only echoes ensconce

These walls of breeze or bully gale

These floors of sand and grass

These halls where Wonder parts its veil

Shape rooms that come…to pass

This roof of morning’s mercy-bliss

And high noon’s blue, blue bars

And twilight’s flaming farewell kiss

And midnight’s froth of stars

Is but a temporary view

A Throughway God extends

That leads (if we believe) into

A day that never ends

© Janet Martin