Yesterday afternoon on our south-facing deck in a cozy crook of sunshine
I wiggled my toes (and blew my nose, due to sudden head cold)
profoundly taken by an immense Sense of Impending Soon!
Celestial rivers meandered overhead...
Perhaps, due in part because
it's been a less-than-normal snowy winter so far,
stoking thoughts with bucolic scenes of 'Soon'
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In a fond, yonder-world of ‘Soon’
Unravels summer’s afternoon
Uncurls a river, silver-bent
Unfurls earth’s mirth of winter spent
Unwinds a lane, wildflower-fringed
Beyond a gaping gate unhinged
Leading through lilac hedge and tress
To front row seats to happiness
To loiter where daffodils sway
To climb the young, green hills of May
To leap like lambs, with joy because
The world rings/sings with Winter That Was
...where pockets jingle, full of June
In a fond, yonder-world of ‘soon’
Where brooks chuckle, content to glide
Without hype, through the countryside
To welcome we who once were wishin’
For yellow dusk, perfect for fishin’
For zephyr-soft caress to brush
Our pallid cheek with sun-kissed flush
And to be humbled by a prize
Of bursting buds beneath blue skies
And to be sweetly glad because
Twilight is later than it was
…where the fond, yonder-world of ‘Soon’
That cheered a dull, chill afternoon
Has rent the veil that held at bay
Laughter of barefoot child at play
And countless little pleasantries
Bidding us take an hour’s ease
To revel ‘neath the influence
Of bloom-imbibed exuberance
Enchanted by a brimming world
Of nature’s orchestras unfurled
In melodies and colours of
A Composer whose name is Love
…who stirs in us a yearning croon
For a fond, yonder-world of ‘Soon’
Where pastures green and waters still
Unmarred by grief and pain will spill
Where farewell’s tear will never dim
The eye, no solemn parting hymn
Will sever ties that briefly bound
Us to a time, four-season-crowned
With here and there a glimpse for we
Who dream of how Heaven will be
Then faith does not lose heart because
Soon this will be the world that was
© Janet Martin
With here and there a glimpse for we
Who dream of how Heaven will be...
Heaven-
Rev.21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death
or mourning
or crying
or pain,
for the old order of things
has passed away.”
