My Quest...

Then let the west beguile the east

And let the sky lay out its feast

Where the sun climbs Time’s azure hold

And while its spills its bit of gold

Let me learn, by its grin and grit

To make the very best of it

Then, when the west becomes the seal

That snuffs this spiral from time’s reel

And when its last ray disappears

Into that place of bygone years

I’d like, as I think on its bit

To know I made the best of it

Then, when I leave this trace of sod

To look upon the face of God

And touch that Hand, gracious and kind

I’d like to leave this proof behind

A life of pure and noble quest

A legacy of Humble Best

© Janet Martin

Today's sunny, cold and soon turning to cloud-rain Best looks quite domestic; baking, cooking, cleaning, laundry, taxiing,

Wishing you a blessed Best Saturday!

 "His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! Matt.25:21