Friday, January 25, 2019

The Hope of Generations Still To Come...

"They knew he was at his happiest when he talked about money" said someone I spoke to last week-end of a man who had passed on before either of us were born.
(this comment sort of jolted me into wondering what I will be remembered for as 'my happiest')

The above comment and this post by Cyndy
and this headline all culminated to inspire this morning's poem!

No matter who was or what will be God IS!
May we keep handing down the faith of our fathers,
the only Living Hope for days to come!

Oh, plus, I wanted to write about picnics on this wild blustery morning...
hope of simple joys to come!

The day will come where nothing tells of places that we filled
Or faces that we kissed or hands we held; our whispers stilled
The earth and its fullness thereof, others will taste and touch
In gardens, picnics in the park, in supper soup and such
As they, quite unaware that you and I loved these things too
Will laugh and fret and fuss and do the things that people do

…and it may seem as if we never talked or walked or felt
Our dreams like sums of dust or snowflake-stars that fall then melt
And, though the ebb and flow of dawn to dusk still sweeps the earth
And though the tide of seasons rolls and tolls with death and birth
And though we might believe that 'we who were' are long forgot
A bit of us lives on through what we learned then in turn, taught

The hope of generations still to come depends on us
To tell them there is more to life than its brief fret and fuss
To never leave unspoken the Greatest Story of love
Instilling sacred purpose in life’s common push and shove
Where pray, the best of us remains in strains of purest chime
God’s Truth, fool-proof, to offer hope until the end of Time

© Janet Martin

1 Peter 1:3-9
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! 
By His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope 
through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
and into an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, 
reserved in heaven for you,who through faith 
are protected by God’s power for the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.
In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief 
in various trials, so that the authenticity of your faith—more precious than gold, 
which perishes even though refined by fire—
may result in praise, glory, and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
Though you have not seen Him, you love Him; and though you do not see Him now, 
 you believe in Him and rejoice with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
now that you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls. 

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Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!