Monday, November 30, 2009


I look upon the frosty glaze
Which decks a field of yesterdays
No more the golden, glad retreat
Where daisies laughed beneath our feet
As we danced in summer's bliss
Its hour enhanced by her warm kiss

The echo of its fleeting hour
Drifts across the withered flower
As I yet stand with longing glance
Vainly desiring one more dance
Upon a hill of golden grain
Before the chill of sorrow’s reign

Cast off thy sad and pleading eye
A precious hour is ticking by
Why wait in idle reverie
For a faded memory?
Life’s truth forever we must learn
To youth we never can return

So dance upon the frosty sheen
And do not long for summer’s green
This moment too, is but a breath
Before it lies in history’s death
Too soon we hear the low sad knell
Of the noon and evening bell

Do not gaze in hungry sorrow
On yesterdays, or unknown tomorrows
Behold what God has placed in our hand
A moment by moment trickle, like sand
And we must cherish each one with care
Lest in our longing they remain simply….air

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Janet Martin

Be very careful then, how you live,
not as unwise, but as wise,
making the most of every opportunity,
because the days are evil. Eph.5:15-16

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