This is not it:
The grief and grit
And love and laughing
Rise and fall
Of hold-release
Of war and peace
Of time’s four-season
Madrigal
This is not it
This is not it;
This breathing bit
Of bumping-bruising
Bittersweet
Of bud to bloom
Before the plume
Spills in still slumber
At our feet
This is not it
This is not it:
The bleeding whit
Of 'why'; this rising-
Setting sun
That lights then dims
A fight that brims
With life and death
Barely begun
This is not it
This is not it:
Lie, stand and sit
Morning-to-night
Again, again
Triumph to loss
Time’s albatross
That teaches us
Pleasure and pain
This is not it
This is not it
This fleeting fit
Of giving-taking
Is a door
Not back to earth
But to the birth
Of unfathomed
Forevermore
This. is. it
© Janet Martin
So then, dear friends, since you are looking forward to this, make every
effort to be found spotless, blameless and at peace with him. 2 Peter 3:14
When my son asked me what I thought of a movie I saw on the week-end (American Sniper) I told him that what I saw was a whole lot of souls transported instantly to meet Jesus, and Jesus doesn't take sides; He loves everyone equally. I told him that I realized a-fresh what an awful thing war is, and what an awful cost, freedom.
