Every so often I'm struck anew by the one thing we all have deeply in common;
our need for God's grace, and through that, more patience with each other!
. We are all broken, still-learning students!
(sorry, no photos)
internet is still not working well!
Version #1
Ah, Time plays tricks, it seems, and eases us from who we
were
Whilst testing touch with lessons we are not quite ready
for
Where the bare facts of yearning meet with human hand and
heart
Shaping time’s no returning into Learning’s works of art
How readily the rush of moments runs through sound and
sight
Each morning’s new how-do-you-do soon turns into
good-night
As pomp and show of what we know (or thought we did) aha
Keeps students of life on their toes while subject to
Time’s law
Then pray for love, the fool-proof, full proof of God’s
Light/might within
To steer Thought’s powerhouse, the rudder for man’s flint
of skin
Where Choice molds clay of day-to-day and yea-and-nay
into
The life we live and leave behind when daily-grind is
through
...where given Time enough we sift through shards of
having held
Where felled castles of past’s postcards and hard
mistakes, soft-meld
With happiness, that we confess, is not a Thing we clutch
But a heart full of thankfulness in spite of
‘such-and-such’
Ah, who can bear to shoulder care without the love of God
To fill this glove of flesh and blood and Soul and leave
us awed
With the sacred awareness, that for all we
should’ve/could’ve done
Grace rewards us with hope through love’s free gift; God’s
only Son
Thus, all the ‘tricks’ that Time may play will never be
enough
To steal the joy of life away; nothing can out-fox love
For love is kind and patient, not self-seeking, greedy,
proud
Then, when we learn this Work of Heart it makes us laugh
out loud
…and live without the fear of what-if’s weight to
paralyze
…and give without the leer of greed to shackle us with
lies
…and sing without a Thing to hold us back because we’ve
learned
God’s Love, from the beginning is a gift no one has earned
© Janet Martin
(version #2; order of stanzas reversed)
…then, live without the fear of what-if’s weight to
paralyze
…and give without the leer of greed to shackle us with
lies
…and sing without a Thing to hold us back because we’ve
learned
God’s Love, from the beginning is a gift no one has earned
Thus, all the ‘tricks’ that Time may play will never be
enough
To steal the joy of life away; nothing can out-fox love
For love is kind and patient, not self-seeking, greedy,
proud
Then, when we learn this Work of Heart it makes us laugh
out loud
Ah, who can bear to shoulder care without the love of God
To fill this glove of flesh and blood and Soul and leave
us awed
With the sacred awareness, that for all we
should’ve/could’ve done
Grace rewards us with hope through love’s free gift; God’s
only Son
...where given Time enough we sift through shards of
having held
Where felled castles of past’s postcards and hard
mistakes, soft-meld
With happiness, that we confess, is not a Thing we clutch
But a heart full of thankfulness in spite of
‘such-and-such’
Then pray for love, the fool-proof, full proof of God’s
Light/might within
To steer Thought’s powerhouse, the rudder for man’s flint
of skin
Where Choice molds clay of day-to-day and yea-and-nay
into
The life we live and leave behind when daily-grind is
through
How readily the rush of moments runs through sound and
sight
Each morning’s new how-do-you-do soon turns into
good-night
As pomp and show of what we know (or thought we did) aha
Keeps students of life on their toes while subject to
Time’s law
Ah, Time plays tricks, it seems, and eases us from who we
were
Whilst testing touch with lessons we are not quite ready
for
Where the bare facts of yearning meet with human hand and
heart
Shaping time’s no returning into Learning’s works of art
© Janet Martin
