Saturday, December 5, 2020

Quite a Day-and-Night Indictment

Sometimes dawn is a gray slate,


..and sometimes a scroll of molten pink and gold!


...but always the same God bestows!

Darkness recedes as daylight seeps from deeps unscathed by eyes 
The seamless sweep of moments metes new day’s virginal prize 
Time’s treasure trove of push and shove and Love’s stumble-pocked chase 
Is overflowing with the glowing Evidence of grace 

The darksome lid of Said-and-Did lowered and sealed its cask 
Where what seems hidden is soon bidden to some fellow’s flask 
There is a spigot in the frigate filled with gated shores 
And from the drum of Said-and-done its gravid gumption pours 

This breath of life is like a knife where strife and hunger test 
Its death-doomed roar with birth once more in tours form east to west 
Where Hope, abreast dawn’s maiden quest that soon begets farewell 
Will help us cope while moments slope toward Heaven or hell 

This daily grace none can retrace, laced with most Sacred Fact 
Is like a barge laden with Charge, life-at-large keeps intact 
Darkness recedes while Someone heeds the needs none can outfox 
Soul, hidden in a skiff of rag-thin skin, sutured by clocks 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, stitching and unravelling synchronized 
The boon of morning, noon and night, a schooner, Mercy-prized 
Its journey to, nay, through the grave, may seem sustained on sod 
But it is quite a day-and-night-indicted trek to God 

© Janet Martin 

Sometimes I like to take rhyming challenges to the limits...
It isn't perfect, but was still a thrill to try.

 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

“Vanity[a] of vanities,” says the Preacher;
“Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
What profit has a man from all his labor
In which he [b]toils under the sun?4 
One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
But the earth abides forever.5 
The sun also rises, and the sun goes down,
And [c]hastens to the place where it arose.6 
The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit.7 
All the rivers run into the sea,
Yet the sea is not full;
To the place from which the rivers come,
There they return again.8 
All things are [d]full of labor;
Man cannot express it.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing,
Nor the ear filled with hearing
That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.


Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:
Fear God and keep His commandments,
For this is man’s all.
14 
For God will bring every work into judgment,
Including every secret thing,
Whether good or evil.



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