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.

 Gal.6:9