More Than Time's Glance Can Tell

 Writing this while ice-rain pelts the window and all schools are closed far and wide!

An unexpected day off for me as well.

People are staying home unless they simply can't!

Hoping this ice-storm makes quick work of its 'art'.

We've seen too much of it for our taste in the past few years! 

(below, last April)

For behold, He who forms the mountains, who creates the wind,

and reveals His thoughts to man,

the One who turns the dawn to darkness

and strides on the heights of the earth,

the LORD, the God of Hosts, is His name.”

Amos 4:13

More than weather or if we have

Enough to make ends meet

More than fond plans before the grave

Claims what none can defeat

This day the Lord has made is more

Than almost-memory

It is a stepping stone toward

God and eternity

More than an orb of fate unfurled

More than money we earn

Naked we came into this world

Naked we will return

This trek of ‘all is vanity’

Of creature joy and grief

Is far, far more than we can see

Where none but God is Chief

Holy, holy, each breath we take

The soft undoing of

The stuff we heap, the plans we make

The people that we love

Where God so rich in mercy, gave

More than time's glance can tell

For death is greater than the grave

That holds the lifeless shell 

More than the bud of beaming spring 

More than summer's full bloom

More than autumnal winnowing

Before the wintry tomb

More than four seasons, round and round

On earth-bound carousel

More than a stint of lost and found

Beneath time's tolling bell

More than the host and boast of years

Whilst learning what we know

More than mist, kissed with smiles and tears

Where hold means letting go

More than a span of bread we break

Of hello and farewell

Holy, holy, each step we take

Toward Heaven or hell

© Janet Martin