The Home-front

 

Sometimes the front-lines become blurred; obscured

Beneath piled dishes, laundry loads and such

The aftermath of battles we’ve endured

For all its grief seems not to matter much

As daylight dims we cannot see the yield

Of blood-sweat-tear-drops spilled into the air

Upon this precious home-front battle-field

Soldiers-in-sacred-making need our care

We forge toward a Prize we cannot see

A motley stumbling, fumbling infantry

We watch the fledgling flounder, struggle; grow

Restless to fly on eager, untried wings

We cut the cord when they are born but oh,

We cannot sever love’s tender heart-strings

As, midst the noise of pots and pans and spills

Of bills and slamming doors and soft good-night

We pray the Lord to keep us through the drills

To give us courage to be strong and fight

For soon the care-free little boy and girl

Must be prepared to face this wicked world

In boot-camps strewn with homework, footballs, shoes

With muffin-crumbs and heaped, half-finished chores

Where we are startled by the hues and dues

Of love-in-training recruits for life’s wars

It’s easy to lose sight of Love’s High Call

As common cares distract and circumvent

We cannot know what battles will befall

But this we know; we must be diligent

As we scold, cheer and kiss those freckled grins

The home-front is where the future begins

© Janet Martin

 In our Mother's Day Service on Sunday our pastor reminded us that Timothy became the man he was not on his own but because of diligent examples of faith...what we do today MATTERS tomorrow!

 I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. 2 Tim.1:5

 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 2 Tim.2:3