Someday life’s little 'bursts of bad'
And vexing twists that drive us mad
Will be a blip upon time’s screen
And nothing more than ‘once-had-been’
These galling interviews with woe
Life's roller-coaster high and low
Are brief eighth-notes of in-between
What will be, is, then ‘once-had-been’
Nothing alights never to leave
And joy waits past this thing we grieve
Beyond Time’s winter wafts spring-green
While now we shape its ‘once-had-been’
Thus within our bosoms we
Cling to this gladsome guarantee
‘This too shall pass’; clocks intervene
Nudging each day to ‘once-had-been’
God, help us not to lose our way
But teach us how to live each day
Committed to its moment-mien
Before it falls to ‘once-had-been’
© Janet Martin
My friend is having a ‘when it rains it pours’ stage in
their family. We tried looking on the bright side by remembering eventually
this time will be a little blip in their lives of what once had been...so we went skiing with her little boy (the one I baby-sit;), had an out-door picnic, albeit a shivery one and tried to imagine everything warm and green instead of cold and white!
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