while the earth remains

time and tide
ebb and flow  
amidst flotsam and jetsam  
in the give and take  
of my cut and thrust  
existence  
  
my ups and downs  
fling me far and wide—  
night and day  
rain and shine—  
in the high and low  
of major circumstance  
   
this and that  
preoccupy my mind  
mourning the life and death  
of peace and love  
for the people have run short  
of the ways and means that  
come hell and high water  
rhyme and reason  
can never rectify  
   
the long and short  
of this argument is that  
while the earth remains  
hatred and strife  
and quarrel and fight  
and envy and spite  
and weeping and wailing  
shall only increase  
   
while in the antithetical bosom  
of God’s abounding grace  
seedtime and harvest  
and cold and heat  
and summer and winter  
and day and night  
shall not cease  **
   
© Copyright 2020 January 02  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫