Thursday, March 19, 2020

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


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