Survival Fete

Time’s survival fete

To remain clothed and fed

Bears on its ancient dust-born street

New prayers for daily bread

Good morning’s beaming wreath

Unfolds, then folds above

A back-drop to the prayers we breathe

For provision and love

Then, as we plant the soil

Where seed and trusting meet

We return to faith’s hope and toil

In time’s survival fete

For time’s survival fete

Though more than meat and bread

Demands the work of hands and feet

To remain clothed and fed

© Janet Martin

As I buttered bread for school-lunches(for the ump-umpteenth time!:) and watched the farmer's hasting by with tractors in the return of planting season, I thought of how life really is an endless fete for survival; repetition of  the same chores and duties over and over to remain clothed and fed.

We do our part and trust God for the rest!

Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed," says the LORD, who has compassion on you. Isa.54:10