This Very Twinkle...

It rumbles like a soundless stead over green-tumbled valley-bed

And shimmers like a cello-strain across a sweep of golden grain

And brushes far-off hills, soft blue with tender, splendor-layered hue

It aches in wakes of years gone by and breaks the bonds of eastern sky

And reaches through the dust and dew to teach the likes of me and you

To trust, not in the dance or dream but in He whose Love reigns supreme

And rules the order of the earth in schools of common death and birth

Where stunning compositions spill in awesome four-season quadrille

While we, from vantage points of dirt are startled by its hope and hurt

Where brokenness and beauty vie for the attentions of a sigh

And looking back cannot return one wink from its tremendous urn

But shapes with nothing more than grace This Very Twinkle taking place

Where standing tall cannot appease the need for falling to our knees

 And success wields a double-blade and happiness is moment-made

As ordinance of day to day turns Time into a lost highway

And draws us from its scope of sod back to Hope's Awesome Author; God

© Janet Martin