Shadow-Forge

I LOVE September mornings, where shadows sprawl, tall across the waking land...This, along with the memories of Lucy that people share helped inspire today's poem John 9:4I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work. It is Today; where rooms expand with gleaming opportunityAnd grace extends a helping hand, because life is no Easy StreetAll that has passed to yester-path is beyond reach; the part we see(So potent in its aftermath) unfolds fresh favour 'neath our feet It is today; a fleeting hold soon melded to Eternal PastAs moments, like nuggets of gold, mold all that we cannot undoWhile forging with subtle finesse a sort of shadow we all castAn indelible sacredness we ought to pay attention to It is Today; nothing we say can un-happen Bygone unfurledThe best we all can do is pray and trust the One who knows/shows the WayBecause the shadow that we weave will follow us beyond this worldOf the Influence that we leave, through how we loved and lived Today We cannot wish or wash away, or detach ourselves from itBy deeds we do and words we say, shadows of influence soft-fallFor better or for worse; life shapes that which transcends its transient flit A shadow sprawled across thought-scapes that those who yet remain, recall Janet Martin