Sheaves...

So, here we are

Another sheaf of moments granted

 For us to pursue

And we do,

Opening them with coffee,

As morning spills its silver silk

Over the hill

Into the valley

And mercy spills

Its gracious hope

To the heart

So here we are,

On this forward-facing journey

Not to the grave

But to a Gate

As we press fear into prayer

And hope into faith

Sweeping up spilled cheerios

And toast crumbs

With purpose

Because this sheaf of moments

Comes but once

So, here we are

The thresholds of flood and famine

Someday will

Fall away

As faith becomes sight

And treasure chests are opened

To reveal

The measure of our love

And the treasure of our hearts

Proven in sheaves

Of gathered moments

© Janet Martin