God grants approval; dark fades into bloom
Dawn is a whisper unfolding the sky
Into a flower that fills heaven’s room
And spills from fathoms eye cannot descry
Morn is newborn, oh, but not so for long
Hello and heave-ho drift up to the stars
And disappear where a sheer ancient gong
Kisses upturned face with laugh-lined scars
Life is a tug-of-heart 'meet-part free-fall'
Extolling lessons in strange age-old ways
(When it comes to love we are scholars all)
Learning the art of its lingering gaze
…where God grants approval and fills time’s classroom
With unmarred sheaf; we don its silk glove
And wince as thorn of its rose pierces through
Just like the fierce complexities of love
© Janet Martin
...in the middle of an early morning post my daughter e-mailed me saying she would be at her pick-up point in 20 min. (30 min. away) so I dropped everything. We are home again (almost noon)after a tourist-y morning of thrift-store shopping and coffee-sipping:).
Here a a few favorite finds...
green magazine rack and the brown-handled crockery rolling pin to (for my collection)
black and white framed prints and feather quill-pen
wooden box...and below, a green chair from a few days ago(displaying previous thrift-store finds;)
....then the best way to find 'treasures'; at the end of driveways marked...
don't worry...this one is not intended for riding! I fastened the wheel with string and am mulling over its possibilities...stay tuned.