Reminded...

Profusion of temporal blessing

From courtyards of indifference swell

But still, the night-breeze is caressing

The wild-flower that nods in the dell

And the bud, it blooms then withers

To plant spring’s rebirth in the sod

Where feet run hither and thither

Mindless of our subjection to God

Not one sheaf has mortal hand gathered

That grew by endowment of man

No cursing nor blessing nor flattery

Can coax from the sky sun or rain

The boasts of our gracious existence

Must ever and always be

To the power and glory of He who abides

In spite of our laxity

God, deliver us from the temptation

To pine for what we cannot see

Lest we fuel holy indignation

In our blind and covetous plea

Cricket-song fills the dark valley

Mercy fills clay pots and bowls

And eternal blessing fills the universe

With hope for our undying souls

© Janet Martin  

I included the bottom photo because it is that book that is re-reminding me how to live thankfully right where I am. Thank-you Ann.