Soon...

 For the second day in a row Little Girl sang

"this is the best day!'

as her toes seemed to touch the sky!

Aw! why do they have to grow up so soon?!!

Seems so surreal sometimes

…that one syllable, soon

That tests the measure of faith’s grind

With morning, night and noon

Sometimes it seems abstract

As we peer t'ward its ‘when’

While common matters made of fact

Crowd days from now-to-then

‘Soon we will this-or-that

We whisper to thin air

While, all the while past grows so fat

On heaps of here-to-there

Soon…what a little word

That dams a tide of glints

As moments leave a lifetime blurred

In echo-shaped imprints

Soon we will leave behind

Both highlight and dark dread

For that which soon we all will find

Exactly as God said

For Soon is never far

Thus, so sacred because

The very place that we still are

Will soon be that which was

Therefore we ought to give

‘Soon’ more than a slight nod

This little life that we still live

Will soon return to God

© Janet Martin