Ways of Days

Trees shed glass leaves and wait for green of spring.

The ways of moments toss

Their fortunes to the air

Futility mourns for the loss

Of days no longer there

The bitter and the sweet

Compete then coalesce

The silent sorrow of defeat

Mingles with happiness

There is no going back

To retrace Bygone’s path

We search for what we love or lack

Here, in its aftermath

…as ways of moments spill

Fresh opportunity

Into the air where want and will

Turn it to memory

© Janet Martin

Today's moments plan to include the laying to rest of hubby's Aunt Verna. 

The Lord has taken her out of her suffering at last!

 

We are not living in the Day of Judgement

We are living in the days of grace.

Lord, pray that we repent, recieve

Thy gift before it is too late!