The Wide World Over...

Above is the road from my house if I turn left...Below is the road if I turn right.The farm on the left side is 'the old home place' where I grew up with nine siblings; five boys, five girls and hard-working mom and dad.

You are nothing like me…

Where you have come from

or what has shaped you

is so unlike my own walk

of highs and lows

that life has led me through thus far

and yet

you are so much like me

in every way

as a universal kin-ship

binds close the heart

because love and longing

cannot decipher

twixt beggars and kings

and hope is the common ethereal cord

to which we cling

as we laugh, weep,

pray, stumble sing,

hold and let go

through common needs

of daily living

of love's taking 

and its giving

where time is a wave

reclaiming each and every thing

that once it gave

whether trembling or brave

we hope and trust

to a common end

of cradle to grave 

and

dust to dust

© Janet Martin

The title of this book on my sister's blog struck me.

…as for beyond the grave,

we each must choose to make

our calling and election sure.