'The brunt of seasoned strains entwined with what yet waits
to be'...
Where we have turned the other cheek and thereby earned
its scars
Where Time is dwindling day to week through flues of
kindled stars
Where what we have is always the prelude to what we had
A test to longing’s uttermost to rejoice and be glad
Where we are always on the verge where dawn’s splurge
came and went
To surge between yesterday’s loss and tomorrow’s advent
And try the ties that bind while we find life’s best
things are free
The brunt of seasoned strains entwined with what yet waits
to be
Where we are never exempt from love’s two greatest
commands
Where ‘as a man thinketh’ he proves with his mouth, feet
and hands
Where Time is like a schooner on a morning-noon-night sea
One shoreline is a moment, the other eternity
Where none of us are certain of whom next will disembark
To rend death’s ether curtain without so much as a mark
Where we are torn twixt woe is me and wishing on a star
Where you are you and I am me and look! Ah, here we are…
…Where we have turned the other cheek and thereby earned
its scars
Where Time is dwindling day to week through flues of
kindled stars
Where what we have is always the prelude to what we had
A test to longing’s uttermost to rejoice and be glad
© Janet Martin
Janet what a lovely poem. Such deep heartfelt words. I stopped by from visiting Brenda. So glad I did. Have a lovely day.
ReplyDeleteso happy you dropped by my poem-porch! welcome! and thank-you.
Deletethank-you Sasha<3
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