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Monday, April 25, 2022

Time Enough...


Sometimes Time flies,
Sometimes it sleeps.
Sometimes it sings
Sometimes it weeps
But one thing is certain,
Whatever the deal
Whatever it grants,
It also will steal!

First bud
Beams bashfully...

I'm so eager to plant the flower seeds a friend gifted to me at Christmas...



My, how far-off summer's larkspur plumes feel while still cradled in seeds...
Though I know, from looking back how it will feel like a flicker that flares and fades
so today I revel in the perfection of flowers not planted yet!



The friendliness of flowers while still cradled in a seed
Feels like a face we cannot kiss because of miles between
The constancy of hours tries the tenure of the reed
And Time Enough will bear the bloom that Time Enough will wean

How far away the other side of suffered sorrow seems
And laughter of tomorrow, while today’s troubles still toss
How broad the gulley seems to groan, agape with broken dreams
Where Time Enough will build a bridge that Time Enough will cross

Better to bear the brunt of whatever today will be
Rather than stare ahead too far or back to yester-reel
The clock weaves and unravels with suave synchronicity
The threads that Time Enough will grant and Time Enough will steal

The beauty of what was or waits gilds gates beyond our touch
Our duty is to treasure well the measure of today
To be tuned to its music and not to fret quite so much
Where Time Enough will write the song that Time Enough will play

© Janet Martin




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