Days Are A Bit Like Dandelions

 Day's are a bit like dandelions; our deeds, its seeds.

When day seeps through night’s sable folds

In hue of blues and grays or golds

And lays beneath our touch and gaze

Allowances of time and grace

How will we spend it?

The earth and its fullness thereof

Is like a nature-gift of love

And as God fills our fingers with

The only thing we ever have

How will we spend it?

A drip-drip-drop fills streams and seas

Time’s tick-tick-tock, vast centuries

As moments slip like bits of sand

Or pocket-change, through our hands

How will we spend it?

*We pass this way but once; one chance

To touch and taste, laugh, praise, pray, dance

…a glance on Time’s brief boulevard

Its Recess-time in life’s school-yard

How will we spend it?

 © Janet Martin

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May our days be splashed with the joy of Sidewalk Dandelions

“How we spend our days, of course, is how we spend our lives,” Annie Dillard

*I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

Etienne de Grellet

Quaker Missionary