Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Worth Earth's Here-To -There

 The past few mornings dawn's halo flares 
but is soon snuffed by Old Man's Winter's huffy gray stare!

Heaven’s halo, pink and yellow
Beams across earth’s stalwart piers
Rouses drowsy maid and fellow
To the dirt of dreams and fears

Hurt and hunger hone their hollows
Trust’s brave valor clings to hope
Future fizzles; present follows
Before dusting Bygone’s slope

Work and worry’s constant cargo
Keeps us pressing to a Goal
Where faith will trade its embargo
In exchange for Living Soul

Lift those heavy feet, my darling
Fold those hands in humble prayer
Heaven’s halo hints at Something
That makes worth earth’s Here-to-There

© Janet Martin

 And let us not grow weary of doing good, 
for in due season we will reap, 
if we do not give up.


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