Write a temporary poem...
2 Cor.4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.
For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
This soon shall die, like leaves that lie where autumn glory yields its crown...
This too shall pass; the hourglass through which the mists of Time dissolve
Leave in the wake of give and take the verge of surges to evolve
Where no hand staves the welkin waves above the graves of Bygone flung
As seasons turn, as live-and-learn startles students, both old and young
This too shall fade, like daybreak weighed with hues that roll the dark away
Where an Unseen Veil wafts between The Great Unknown and light of day
This, by God's grace, for who could face the whole of living's unveiled road
What holy waste, as touch and taste would stagger beneath morrow's load
This soon shall die, like leaves that lie where autumn glory yields its crown
Laughter and tears are borne on spheres that drift away like thistledown
The pleasure of The Thing we love soon loses its luster because
We cannot keep the scenes that sweep from What Will Be to That Which Was
This too shall mold its new to old; for nothing new stays new for long
The virgin dawn is hinged upon echoes and bars of Yester-song
Bitter and sweet alike will meet with 'Such-is-Life's opposing tide
In light of this, let's take What Is in faith, hope and love's steadied stride
Because this too will soon pass through the hourglass of Now and Here
Mortality will shortly be exchanged for more than dust-veneer
The orb of Time, soon snuffed of chiming clock's moment-by-moment toll
This too shall pass; like shattered glass the body will give way to Soul
Janet Martin
No comments:
Post a Comment
I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit! Your comments are valued and appreciated!