Tuesday, November 8, 2016

In Good Hands

For today’s prompt, we’re on our second two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:
  • Write a nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
  • Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.

In the broad sense nothing changes
Winter follows fall
But on smaller scales, love, nothing
Stays the same at all

Time’s incessant night-day circuit
Gleans with rise and set
Rock-bottom and cloud-nine gifted
Milestones we forget

Birth and death; earth’s grand game-changers
Reminds us of this;
Nothing, no matter how humdrum
Remains like it is

When we look into the mirror
Old as we may be
Point and fact becomes much clearer
In the face we see

We cannot go back, my darling
Time runs but one way
Fortune is the simple learning
To cherish Today

Futile to fear or cling vainly
To what years estrange
Better to embrace The Daily
Hinged to constant change

Dawn is like a flawless rhinestone
Blazoning from space
God, its faithful Giver never
Alters love and grace

© Janet Martin

 Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.

...so, no matter what happens today,
we are in Good Hands!

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