Of Heart-parts and Footfalls

 Celebrated three birthdays yesterday; 

Always a reminder of Time's precious,swift gift!

No time like the present to make the most of It!

My, the heart can throb with wonder

My the heart can ache with care

My, how it can quake and thunder

As we press it into prayer

My, time’s force of doors is subtle

My, the course of life is brief

Bitty baby kiss and cuddle

Before love’s incumbent grief

My, the matrix of Mere Moment

Steals our breath with death’s approach

Soft its seasons seal and augment

Present where Unknowns encroach

My, the mold that holds soul’s Bearing

Shaping names and frames we hug

Always keeps the heart preparing

For love’s next confounding tug

My, the Time we have is precious

Mortal with Immortal shod

Where the quick of tick-tock ushers

Every footfall back to God

© Janet Martin