With Fresh Surprise

 

Where green had been,

White stucco sweeps...

...roll out to meet dark denim deeps

Where we, caught on the tides of change 

Gape at what nothing can estrange 

Like moonrise on dusky skies, pinned

Where green had been, white stucco sweeps 

Roll out to meet dark denim deeps 

The resting earth is kissed and tucked 

Beneath the heavens, sparkle-shucked 

Where we, caught on the tides of change 

Gape at what nothing can estrange 

Like moonrise on dusky skies, pinned 

As long and blue shadow-flues thinned 

Until the hand that none can stay 

Brushes the pretty world away 

And we are left peering into 

The cleft that centuries ran through 

Where, for a bit we own the eyes 

That gaze at it with fresh surprise 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 39:4-6

4“Lord, make me to know my end,
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
5Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah
6Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they [b]busy themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.