(Bygone's) Building Blocks

But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,

Phil.3:13

..like empty jars

 

today's blush bars gleam with forms not yet filled

(below; yesterday's 'blush bars' because today's 'blush' was gray)

Victoria and I are hoping for a rainy day! It's been s-o-o-o-o long since we've had one!

Bygone; the sphere where yesteryear’s younger endearments waft

A metronome of steppingstones moss covered and mist-soft

Its stomping ground forever bound in volumes undeterred

Where brushstrokes of live, learn and love become a little blurred

Bygone; the age that preserves pages that are moment-laid

Where Now and Here will disappear to panoramas stayed

But, not quite yet; lest we forget to cherish what we hold

Before the sash of dust and ash snuffs today's splash of gold

Bygone; a world that is unfurled before our very eyes

A sea that slips through fingertips as moment-ships capsize

And drift into the silver-blue that seems to have no shore

But gathers in the groan and grin turned into days of yore

Bygone; futile to trace the isle of garnered live and learn

Better to take today and make it worth its no return

To trust the Hand that pours time’s sand-sparkles that soon will be

Fresh footfalls spilled to blocks that build Bygone’s Eternity

....like empty jars today's blush bars gleam with forms not yet filled

Where God allots life's varied jots and joys with which to build 

Then pray that we, with kind humility of servanthood

When day is done have made Bygone as lovely as we could 

© Janet Martin

Here's hoping today's footfalls spill into filled canning jars by tonight!