So much we never mention
So much we never say
But turn our faces to the grace
Of what remains; today
Futile to battle vainly
What we can never rule
Time is a staid tick-tock, tick-tock
And life its little school
Experience shapes wonder
Lest, God forbid, we’re blind
To beauty’s fullness; consummate
Of heart and soul and mind
Years forge far more than history
Pray we do not disdain
The Hand that renders for our good
What cannot be again
The power of a moment
Can steal one’s breath away
We turn our faces forward to
Embrace its grace; today
© Janet Martin
women's wisdom-words inspire
another to keep on keeping on.
Love is a wow-some labyrinth
of invisible stepping-stones
laid down by those who've been there,
sharing what they've come to know
taking their place in the current of
life's ever-forward flow
© Janet Martin
© Janet Martin