Wayfarer's Wonderment

Oh, do not rush me so

For past yon distant slope

A sense of newness spreads its glow

In God-breathed shades of hope

And I must pause a bit

To drink its wonder in

A gift indeed it is to sit

And see the day begin

Earth, like a polished cup

Brims with Time’s newborn best

And we, its creatures thus lift up

To God, praise and request

…for He saw fit once more

To breathe upon the dark

to light the wick that lights the shore

Where wayfarers embark

And in this light we see

 A sweep of land, sea, sky

God’s handiwork of poetry

Stunning our mortal eye

Yet what we cannot see

Is greater, dearer far

To know He cares for you and me

No matter who we are

Faith, hope and trust agree

We do not understand

The moaning, groaning filigree

That fills His holy hand

Yet in the end we know

Or, at the least we should

To those who truly love Him so

All things work out for good

So, do not rush me, clock

For I must sit a bit

To have a tender morning-talk

With He who ordained it

© Janet Martin

Happy Independence Day to our American neighbors.

 Also,our thoughts and prayers are with our 'farming-neighbors' in Manitoba.  and our fellow-wayfarers in the Ukraine.




Trust is merely another word until it is needed!