Of Trampled Diamonds...

Time is the treasure!

Spend it well

The kiddos LOVE when on a sunny afternoon

 I twirl the disco balls  in the window downstairs.

As dazzle of diamonds dances and disappears

it feels to me a little like the glance of days and years...

Time drains life's treasure/measure from its flask

In sweeping strains of toil and task

It seals in veins of Season Spent

Refrains that none can circumvent

Time takes its charges by surprise

Each day that breaks soon dormant lies

To wake in Them/us a noble grit

To make the loving most of it

Time traipses through stitched capes of skin

In stern goulashes, whisper-thin

Momentous splashes skim the air

With liquid diamonds none can snare

An orchestra of hands and feet

Of eyes and lips and sighs compete

While wonder duels with dismay

And hunger fuels workaday

Time composes, where moments brim

A rose and thorn anointed hymn

And stuns arms with the sacred grace

Of loved ones to fill their embrace

It humbles grumbles as it grants

Life’s rough-and-tumble song-and-dance

From shale of joy and dust of dreams

A trail of trampled diamonds gleams

© Janet Martin

Psalm 90:12

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Eph.5:15

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise,

An orchestra of hands and feet

Of eyes and lips and sighs compete...