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Friday, November 15, 2019

An Uncommon Sense...



 WE on the northeast-west side of the veil are 'enjoying' an early winter wonderland...


Time’s veil that hangs twixt God and man and keeps faith fraught with prayer
Keens an uncommon sense of more-than-duty to perform
How sacred are these steppingstone that hold our weight of care
Set with divine precision through hope’s battlefield and storm

Time’s veil, as sheer as air and yet no stare can penetrate
To see what lies beyond its wanting scope of sight and sound
Where what precedes the passing through exceeds this mortal crate
And puts us all together on need’s very common ground

Time's veil, so frail where blood-sweat-tears are shed repeatedly
Where centuries are laid to naught on this side of the grave
Yet all are but a dot compared to the eternity
That none can comprehend and all will be called on to brave

Time’s veil, lowered so we can only sense the face of God
So near, so very near, one mere half-breath will rend its string
Then face to face, immortal will replace this mortal clod
As sense becomes the substance of the faith to which we cling

© Janet Martin

 
Psalm 39:5
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, 
and my lifetime as nothing before You. 
Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. 
Selah





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