What, If Not Love?

This is no trite undertaking

That we adjust our thoughts to

Where light of morning is breaking

Over yon bastions of blue

Tell me, my love, what delights you

As bud of day flares into bloom

What in life’s struggle excites you?

Where dawn unveils time’s living-room

…a fleet mosaic of moments

Swift-etched on walls of the heart

Masterpieces of acquiescence

Meld to Bygone’s intrinsic art

Tell me, my love, as time’s fingers

Weave dark and daylight into years

What fans the flame that yet lingers

Where laughter is thwarted by tears

Time is no trite undertaking

This grace where love and longing strives

Is more than mere sleep and waking

For it weaves the days of our lives

Tell me, my love, as its chariot

Wonder-driven, thunders through skin

What, if not love help us wear it

And bear it like a champion?

© Janet Martin

This morning, as I muddled through the fog of those first waking moments,

as I struggled toward fanning the flame of passion for New Day,

as I prayed for 'God to guide and keep' 

as I poured coffee and pondered the to-do list of Awesome Mundanes

it struck me anew, how love, the crux of life,

beautifies, intensifies, holi-fies everything

... even the gray rain-drenched February day

...where soon unveiled come-what-may will take its place

in the gallery of retrospect.

Wishing for you a love-ly day.

My sincerest sympathies to skiing-snowmobiling-skating-snowboarding lovers.

Our snow is disappearing fast in this mid-winter spring break;-))!

The past two winters have catered to words like b-r-r-r-r, storm, gale, c-c-c-c-cold:)

so, enjoy. It won't last, according to the forecast.