Monday, July 6, 2020

Here We Are!



 '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


3 comments:

  1. Janet what a lovely poem. Such deep heartfelt words. I stopped by from visiting Brenda. So glad I did. Have a lovely day.

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    1. so happy you dropped by my poem-porch! welcome! and thank-you.

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!