Thursday, March 17, 2022

Dancing Shoes (or something like it)


Sometimes instead of picturing Time as a task master 
shouting marching orders
it's nice to picture Time as a tutor 
to we, wearing dancing shoes
in a ballroom called Today.

From Bud...


To Bloom...

To Flare and Fade...



to Fall

...in what often feels like not much time at all!!

Wishing us all more fly than fall
in whatever our dance-lessons bring us today!

Time takes its students by the arm
Resolute rigor, cheeky charm
Across the ballroom of today
It sweeps and twirls each hour away
Some struggle with new steps and fall
Some barely touch the floor at all

Time does not miss a moment’s beat
An instructor with tireless feet
This Choreographer of years
Composes songs with smiles and tears
Where it is up to us to choose
How we will wear our dancing shoes

Time grants the chance and melody
The dance is up to you and me
To make the most of Now to Then
And if we trip, to try again
Rather than simply sit and yearn
When there is still so much to learn

Time, diligent in its demise
Rends night's velvet veils with sunrise
That disappear into the blue
Above a mottled avenue
Of stars and amateurs that meet
To try new bars beneath their feet 

Time scrawls its seasons on our skin
In time, it tames the beast within
A scribe of sacred, high degree
Brought to naught by eternity
It teaches faith to leap and fly
Through hoops of hello and goodbye

© Janet Martin

See then that you walk [e]circumspectly,
 not as fools but as wise,
 16redeeming the time,
 because the days are evil.
Eph.5:15-16

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