Ode to the Clay/Way of Shadow-fall

Off to a new day and a new week we go,

shoulder to shoulder, for better or worse!

and being mindful of a Shadow that will fall, for all of us...

and none of us knows when,

transporting us either to a life infinitely better than This

or a death infinitely worse!

Beauty is poised on joy’s wheel of surprises...

Wonder is waiting to win our praise...

Beauty is poised on joy’s wheel of surprises

Wonder is waiting to win our praise

While duty dusts off devotion’s disguises

While morning light restores earth to our gaze

Where God’s rich mercy, and great love still lavish

Longing and learning with wisdom’s increase

Where His Word waits to astonish/admonish and ravish

Would-be discouragement with hope and peace

Laughter will sparkle like sunlight on water

Kind words soft-spoken, will gladden a heart

While we, like clay in the hands of a Potter

Often are baffled by methods of art

Grappling with goodness that vexes our reason

Humbled by Incomprehensible Ways

Tuning ‘to-everything-there-is-a-season’

Dwindling the remnant robe of numbered days

While dust is stirred beneath musts we must shoulder

Shoulder to shoulder, a world full of ‘we’

Weather the common ground of growing older

No matter how rich or poor we may be

Where Beauty, poised on the brink of beholding

Thunders in a wonderful free-for-all

Turning a wheel that is deftly unmolding/unfolding

A very subtle, sacred Shadow-fall

© Janet Martin

Revelation 4:11 ESV

“Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power,

for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.”