Time Travel-ers

Time teases today's tableau with a topper of brooding blue...

Time’s tender, slender blip that slips its seasons through our skin 

Launches from yonder mothership, dawn’s Beauty of Begin 

It shakes out starry tresses, wakening our wonder to 

The Faithfulness that blesses us with breath of day brand-new 

Time’s wonder-full and sorrow-full and colorful collage 

Turns temporary Today into echo-decoupage 

The beautiful and terrible inevitably meld 

Into mem’ry-mosaics of moments we briefly held 

Time’s fragile, agile, potent, voracious velocity 

That no one can deny though time itself, no one can see 

Is the gifted bestowal from He to Whom we owe all 

Though some deny the Existence of The Invisible 

Time’s one-and-only, sometimes lonely, lovely thoroughfare 

Is quite a holy day and night appointed here to Where 

There is no turning back the clock to refill its fair fount 

Thus, this should be the impetus to make each moment count 

For Time is like a ledge that holds the candle-stick of life 

Death is the lurking wedge that wields its mantle, like a knife 

And when the flame is snuffed that stands between love and the goal 

Time is the ash that rend the sash that unveils God and Soul 

© Janet Martin 

Eccles.3:11

He has made everything beautiful in its time.

 He has also set eternity in the human heart;

 yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.