How easily the mind wanders and wishes
while hands tackle daily demands...like dishes
Sometimes, hurriedly I shake off suds and type like mad
before Think turns into Thought I Had😔
How commonly the hour swells with hello’s impending
farewells
How seamlessly the moments meld to a world forever withheld
How suddenly this breath-by-breath can be snuffed like a
flame, by death
How tenderly laughter adheres its happiness to sorrow’s
tears
How surely we begin to sense the advent of Something Immense
How soberly we ought to be preparing for eternity
How certainly we move toward the veil between man and His
Lord
How abruptly these days of grace can disappear without a
trace
How verily the hours flow to farewell’s impending hello
© Janet Martin
How habitually we pour tea
Perched on the brink of eternity...
How much more somberly as we age
Do we perceive time's fluttering page...
Do we perceive time's fluttering page...
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