Living in the Middle...

This morning yesterday's 'undone' greets me as soon as I step into the kitchen!

As the dawn breaks and we persuade our feet

To return once more to tasks left undone

As the clock ticks its staid, staccato beat

Expanding moments beneath rain or sun

We are not simply enduring its bliss

No, it is something much better than this

As life’s call reverberates through our senses

Tugging us into its sleek moment-tide

We tread the rubrics of its recompenses

Not simply to suffer a home-spun joy-ride

We should remember beneath toil’s routine

We form the echo of ‘what once had been’

As we embrace this new grace-gifted dawning

We are not merely employing its space

Here in the shadow of heaven’s cloud-awning

We shape the pictures that our thoughts will trace

Oh, what a blessed opportunity

To live in the middle of a memory

© Janet Martin