Unexpected changes of plans are often great opportunities in disguise...
Our plans are packaged like a gift; new dawn’s half-waking stares
Of blue before the lending of its light to thoroughfares
Is still enough to stir within us hope for what yet waits
Of life and love to come a-tumbling through Time’s sorrow-gates
Twixt levees that cup frozen Past and hope’s wide-open seas
We plan our plans and pray our payers; ‘if-God-so-wills-it-pleas’
And oft upon the soft-ing dark before night quite deflates
We touch our toes to highs and lows poured through Time’s sorrow-gates
Life’s waves though staid beneath our feet toss people-plans adrift
Through the Gate-keeper’s hand time’s grand deluge of moments sift
We cannot barter with the charter of the Unknown preordained
Our plans are at the mercy of God’s mercy unrestrained
The heart and mind are intertwined as sorrow is with joy
Our utter longing undefined; dawn wakes now to deploy
Its untrained troop of moments to where hope accommodates
Untarnished New of gray-gold-blue poured through time’s sorrow-gates
© Janet Martin
As I slid deeper into blankets at the sound of the beeping alarm-clock I tried to pin-point what I’m reaching for; ah yes, hope for strength and grace for the day ahead and the Unknowns that disregard the best-laid plans.
The to-do lists at present are stacked with happy preparation-plans for two dinners we are hosting at our house this week-end. These ‘plans’ are always at the mercy of ‘Unknowns’.
So far I have cupcakes done for the Sunday dinner and some Christmas cookies for both, but hopefully by tonight there will be a lot more food and cleaning completed!