Twice (yesterday and today) this post wanted to be a morning poem
but by the time it was complete it is an autumn eventide poem/aria...
Enjoy! and forgive the 'stumbles'...
Time’s trodden track of centuries bestows beneath our feet
Unbroken sod, uncharted seas, where man and morning meet...
Time’s trodden track of centuries bestows beneath our feet
Unbroken sod, uncharted seas, where man and morning meet
Life’s best and worst is blessed and cursed with universal need
Where pilgrims of hunger and thirst once more, by grace, proceed
Earth dons a burnished afterglow as woodland lamplight dims
As leaves, like freshly-fallen snow, lie silent ‘neath stark limbs
As day starts to unravel breath by breath its lathe unfurls
Thoroughfares left to travel, riddled with potholes and pearls
Life’s murmur of existence shimmers like a sun-tossed leaf
No measure of resistance can thwart Time’s four-season Chief
Where this day that the Lord has made, none can take credit for
Or blush beneath the accolades as dawn swings back its door
How reckless to suppose this speck of Being that we brave
Is nothing but a feckless trek from cradle to the grave
How reassuring to be held in love that knows no bounds
As centuries and seasons meld His changeless Word resounds
Time’s trodden track of centuries hinges to now and here
Where, like the banner of a breeze our footfalls disappear
Into autumnal eventide; a wafted wisp that weaves
Impressions of a countryside asleep beneath the leaves
© Janet Martin
Life’s murmur of existence shimmers like a sun-tossed leaf...
Into autumnal eventide; a wafted wisp that weaves
Impressions of a countryside asleep beneath the leaves...
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