Monday, September 10, 2018

Wick of Day...

The wick of day is kindled with Mercy’s majestic flare
Where quick of tick and tock ignites and dims the scrim of life
As twist and turn of wish and earn soon fades into thin air
Or so it seems; a source-less stream of moments running rife

Time’s give and take soon births an ache within this skin of Soul
Where trust becomes a must to thwart the fear of The Unknown
Man’s dust facade designed by God cradles a holy toll
Inhale, exhale dissolves this fragile veil of blood and bone

The Hand that stirs the land with light and strews the night with stars
Severs the silver cord and breaks the golden bowl of breath
The Lord of earth and Heaven set His seal beneath flesh-bars
In Living Soul; revealed in whole at a Door known as Death

The Destinies that Doubt defies and Unbelief denies
Lends Purpose to Believers who hold Faith’s salvation fast
Where wick of Day is kindled with far more than ‘how Time flies’
And quick of tick and tock ignites far more than shadows cast

© Janet Martin

 "Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, 
or the pitcher be broken at the fountain,
 or the wheel broken at the cistern. 
 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: 
and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it." 
Ecclesiastes 12:6

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