Of Care and Courage

Care runs ready fingers over laugh-lines of youth

It weighs the spirit with want, need and truth

Life has no easy-street without any trouble

Lest ever we think it; pop goes its bubble

Its care, in spite of our ‘rather-would-not’

Trains us to labor with what we’ve got

We cannot order or arrange morrow’s air

Nor tug the veil from its stalemate of care

Our utter hope, when it’s all said and done

Is not how we cope but Who we lean upon

All we can do with our share of care’s test

Is ask God for courage then trust Him for the rest

© Janet Martin