More Than Swift Sweep of Seasons...

The older I get the more it feels like seasons sweep through years

like the wind through leaves...

 

Thankfully life is much more than a legacy of leaves

Seasons but the effecting of what dust-to-dust conceives

In this swift sweep of seasons spurred by rise and setting sun 

Of appetites we feed or curb with seeds soon spilled and spun 

Whether shadows of doubt dark-fall, or clear appears the view 

God knows the ins and outs of all with which we have to do 

The break of day with seamless sway folds into noon, then dusk 

While we, students of Learning taste the grains that drain the husk 

And in the course of smacking lips, of samples bitter, sweet 

We start to sense an Immense Grip instilled in hands and feet 

The Matrix from which moments flow is without form or cast 

Where from a foothold we call Now future turns into past 

And from the Hand that gives, a world of hands reaches to take 

Where everyone who lives is loved by He who holds time's ‘cake’ 

…and no one is forgotten on earth’s awesome glockenspiel 

No matter who we are the Author holds and turns a wheel 

Which ushers tears and laughter through the flue of day-to-day 

Until the Ever-after brushes out Mercy’s buffet 

Ah, what a feast for thought is this; The One who grants Because 

Metes more than the analysis of scientific laws 

In this swift sweep of seasons spurred by rise and setting sun 

He knows the inmost ins and outs of each and everyone 

And what some deem as nothing but a blue dot flung to space 

Is Human Being’s common ground abounding with God’s grace 

Where He is the Good Shepherd of Time’s season-thoroughfare 

And we are all together sheep in pastures of His care 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 95:6-7

Come, let us bow down in worship,

let us kneel before the Lord our Maker;

7for he is our God

and we are the people of his pasture,

the flock under his care.

Oh, Gentle Shepherd

  

Psalm23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: 

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: 

he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: 

for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: 

thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: 

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.