Life's Saturdays

Life laughs at dreams sometimes it seems

What use to suffer it tight-lipped?

Sweeter to soften our schemes

Like mist above a meadow stripped

We cannot rule nature’s cajole

But nature, if we listen, love

Pours poetry into the soul

From spools wafted in heaven’s trove...

…to spill in utter disregard

Of dreams or well-laid garden plans

It threads through moments to the heart

Where soon its ether fabric spans

…a year of seasons while we gaze

At dreams adapting to Time’s skeins

Ah, wonder weaves life’s Saturdays

Too swiftly back to back, it seems

© Janet Martin

While walking through the garden I had to chuckle at how nature rearranges my well-laid 'winter-garden' plans. oh well, we enjoy what is blooming; not what we wish had grown or bloomed.

Isn't it remarkable how fast Saturdays come...and go?! Especially summer Saturdays. I enjoy this writer's weekly articles in The Wellington Advertiser and this week he wrote how time flies ever faster the older he gets. 

I think to combat this the only thing we can do is slow down and enjoy what is, not what we wish was.

Dear God, help us to remember You hold the skein from whence life's moments fall.
Remind us then to glean and give our best to one and all.
Amen

 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Gal. 6:9