Come, Come Sweet Virgin Day...

 

Come, come, oh virgin day

Loitering on the breeze

For soon you slip away

To tune our memories

Reveal your mystery then

Moment by moment grace

From heaven down to men

From God to our embrace

What spurs Time’s moment-hues

To pour from springs above

While we use and abuse?

Ah yes, it must be Love

So come, sweet virgin day

Canvas of want and will

For soon your songs will play

At night when all is still

© Janet Martin

The Measure of Living

Janet~

A Moment's Worth

To pine or fret for what is not

Is simply wasting what we've got

A moment tarries, but a wink

Before it hastens o'er the brink

Into the intangible flow

Of history's mortal bliss or woe

The triumph of its centuries

Played out in moments such as these

Janet Martin

Moment of Potential

When all my numbered days have fled

Beyond the sweeping sky

And I awake

Not in my bed

But in the by and by

Then it will be too late for me

To love my fellowman

Now is life’s lone opportunity

To do the best I can

We do not live in ages spent

Nor in the mystic morrow

Now is the moment God has lent

To bear life’s joy and sorrow

We dare not pine, with backward glance

To past’s resolute span

Now is love’s rare, redeeming chance

To do the best we can

© Janet Martin

Seize this moment...it is all we have