(The silhouette of that pine tree makes me chuckle; a lot like some people....bedraggled by battering of life-storms yet standing tall!)
What stirs The Want within our human plight?
And what, when all is said and done, is life?
This tug-of-war of night to morn to night
This balancing of despair and delight
Soon silvers raven tresses with its strife
While we like ants scurry from left to right
The Past is ever-cast; we learn to learn
From moment-matriarchs that fill the dust
For Time is like a monumental urn
Its ashes rest where no one can return
But we, ambassadors of present must
Consider what we place within its stern
When all is said and done, what will we do?
Life’s Laureate trembles within our reach
While hours run; the sun, a well-worn shoe
Jogs east to west then disappears from view
To rise again; for Time has much to teach
Before its final Want reveals its due
We stand attention at dawn’s beck-and-call
A mystic Want drives
us to comb its street
For more than pocket-loot or madrigal
To soothe our emptiness when shadows fall
When all is said and done, are we complete?
Or, did we dance only to miss it all?
When all is said and done, ah, then we will
Behold what this wee life is leading to
No trickery out-wits Death’s brooding chill
Of dust-to-dust as pleading pulses still
And carry us beyond Time’s begging blue
...it stirs The Want that only God can fill
© Janet Martin
As I stood gazing into the tumbled new-day skies I was trying to find my 'drive'; naming that stirring Want...
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
Matt. 7:7
What will we seek today? and what will we find?
What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit
their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?
Matt. 16:26
