Monday, October 3, 2016

Ripe For the Picking...





For all that we discover
There is much we cannot tell
What waits beyond dawn’s sky-wide gates
And half-breath citadel

The future is a forum
That no one can approve
But drink the dew of daily-new
With these; faith, hope and love

Tick-tock, the sky clock whispers
With sun and rain and dark
Where, beneath it we lie, run, sit
Still dreamers all, at heart

Today is ripe for picking
What fills its harvest-field?
Ah, thought at best can simply guess
Then trust God for its yield

© Janet Martin

What a shake-in-our-shoes each new day would be 
It shoulders much uncertainty
But it comes from an omnipotent God who cares
and knows The Whole and hears our prayers 


 Psalm 119:151
You are near, O LORD, And all Your commandments are truth.

 Lamentations 3:57
You drew near when I called on You; You said, "Do not fear!"



Gotta run...lots o' 'littles' here today:)

See you later!




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