Saturday, October 20, 2012

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

5 comments:

  1. So true and beautifully spoken as always! :-)

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  2. "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..."

    Now those were powerful words that I apparently needed to hear.

    I don't know how you ended up visiting, but I'm glad for the visit--and now I'll investigate the good book! Who doesn't need another good book on the pile by the bed. LOL
    <-- has a pile by the bed....but doesn't let that stop me! ;-)

    Thanks for letting me visit!

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  3. Such a rich feast of a post....the photos - splendid, and your childhood home wonderful to contemplate - and the words of a life fully lived.......so lovingly written. Wowzers, kiddo!

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!