Oh, tender place where we embrace
And trace the face of lithesome years
Oh, paradox of ticks and tocks
Pleasing, teasing thought’s atmospheres
Oh vesper-lay, soft you replay
The memories of home sweet home
Mind-madrigals as season’s pulse
A steady, silent metronome
Oh, chanting rhyme of rifting time
Of still-life eons you employ
Good-bye, hello, hold on, let go
An ebb and flow of grief and joy
Oh summer dusk of mist and musk
Rousing a phantom pantomime
Of clocks and locks, of ticks and tocks
Shaping a little thing called Time
Oh, subtle tide, how brief Time’s stride
How permanent its destiny
We touch the sand upon a strand
Leading to vast eternity
© Janet Martin
Why are we so reluctant to speak of the inevitable; eternity?
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