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Time’s welcome wends its way once more
From heaven-founts to our front door
On that far shore twixt sky and earth
Another day unveils its birth
And who of us can do a thing
To tune the tide within its spring?
Dawn’s hallelujah-cloven seas
Mold moments into centuries
Its breath-to-breath allotment of
Learning to live and laugh and love
Are tossed into dusk’s melting pot
Then born anew to this blue dot
Come now; we dare not drag our feet
Today will never hit ‘repeat’
Hope tumbles through gold-vaulted gates
And piles fresh mercy on our plates
From sacred skeins time’s honeyed thread
Renders its grace like holy bread
A garden sleeps in winter’s clutch
A memory waits beneath our touch
Morning reaches into the sky
Where noon and night are standing by
Like doormen waiting at their post
To usher in Time’s hungry host
But now, a welcome-mat is laid
Across the spills of yesterday
A clean slate pressed into our hold
Its Teacher dressed in blue and gold
And we cannot help but be glad
© Janet Martin
Not pennies in pockets,
Not 'stuff' in our hands
But love in our hearts
This, God understands
