Sometimes when looking back we think
We want what time has mimed to naught
Save in the pitter-patter of
Love tiptoeing across our thought
Sometimes when looking back we hear
What we think are the good, old days
And we allow love’s bitty tear
To cheer us with its good, old ways
Sometimes when looking back we feel
The touch of time, surreal and keen
This thing that heals can cut the heart
With nothing but the what-has-been
Sometimes when looking back we chase
A place that no longer exists
And overlook rainbows of grace
Spiraling where today untwists
Sometimes when looking back we see
Scenes that no hand can resurrect
And suddenly the heart is stirred
To salvage days not finished yet
© Janet Martin
In a week from today I will celebrate the half-century mark if time tarries, so
I think that entitles me to a teeny-weeny bit of looking back
if simply to remind me of God's love and faithfulness!
