We know the curves of our everyday landscapes by heart...how the hill reaches up to touch heaven's deep
But beyond our sight who knows, but One, how far, how high, how low the way of life will sweep
How do you view what hovers before you?
We peer through keyholes to paths veiled in mist
How do you dare to prepare for landscapes
Breathed into being as moments untwist?
How do you hope for Future Uncertain?
Time holds a curtain before our eyes
How do you find strength of mind and body
To venture forth where untrod Unknown lies?
How do you do where ‘guess’
overpowers?
Faith versus fear, tell me, which do you choose?
How do you press to the crest of an hour
Where joy and sorrow align with their dues?
How do you do life and love with fervor?
Is it a hope-for-the-best forward-fall?
Or a step-by-step trust-God endeavor
As you hold onto He who holds it all?
© Janet Martin
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the
earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
Ps.90:2
