Happy Feb. 1st!
Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.
Job 5:7
Troubled by sorrows that fetter our gaze
Buoyed by hope of morrow’s better days
Weakness and strength juxtapose ‘neath our skin
For where one ends the other will begin
One born of faith and the other of fear
Heart-wars beheld by One Wise Overseer
Ah, here is comfort, both Solace and Rod
Grappling with guesses while clinging to God
Up from the skyline a new day adheres
(Not to fate, for Divine God commandeers)
But to extensions of His saving grace
Kind intervention of Light bleeds through space
Where we, in likeness of His image made
Return to suffer the tools of love’s trade
Second mile servicemen breaking Time’s sod
Dying to self so we can live for God
We cannot know the synopsis of ‘why’?
Only, ‘there is more than what meets the eye’
Action and consequence ever deploy
Intimate heartbreak or outburst of joy
Here on time’s battle-ground, warriors we
Bearing the weapons that bind or set free
Leaning or leaping, wake-sleeping we plod
Where Love lays stepping-stones leading to God
© Janet Martin
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