Who Knows...But This

What waits to be in poetry?

Will it be triumph of success?

Or disappointment's infantry

Marching through tampered happiness

What waits to be for you and me?

Ah, will it author joy or dread

As twilight lowers to the sea

A canopy of bronze and red

What waits to bloom where bud as yet

Has not unveiled the thread within

The Future, a dark silhouette

That Today's colors will fill in

What waits to be a memory?

Where consequence and circumstance

Insist upon the courtesy

Of how and why we choose to dance

Who knows the woe that waits to be
The joy still set out of our reach
Where Love, in perfect sympathy
Lends lessons only tears can teach

What waits to be revealed where we

Walk through a way as yet untrod?

Who knows but this; that we will be

Held and beheld by faithful God

© Janet Martin

 Looking unto Jesus
the author and finisher of our faith;
who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross,
despising the shame,
and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Heb.12:12

 He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us again. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us,  as you help us by your prayers. Then many will give thanks on our behalf for the gracious favor granted us in answer to the prayers of many.
2 Cor.1:10-11

This poem was inspired in part,
as I prayed for my sister-in-law Karen who is still not able to walk since her fall a few weeks ago.
Hopefully a cat-scan this Friday will give some answers!
Please continue to keep her and Dave in your prayers!