This Much Ado

Today is hubby's Mom's 85th birthday! 

She has been a widow for almost 42 years. This past year she has bid farewell to many longtime friends, her circle of soulmates dwindling in life's twilight years.

Happy, Happy Birthday, Mother!

Over the years whenever we ask her what she would like for her birthday, Christmas, etc.

 her reply has been the same,

"Just come to visit"

 When I was a little girl my mother gave me a small motto that I kept on my dresser for years. the motto has disappeared but the words on it are etched permanently in my memory,

Only one life

It will soon be past

Only what's done

for Christ will last

Be very careful, then, how you live; not as unwise but as wise, 

Eph.5:15

This gift God gives

Of day to day

Is filled with

Opportunity

This life we live

Of do-and-say

Is shaping our

Legacy

This common rite

Of morn to night

Unveils the noise

Of much ado

It hails a fight

Of wrong and right

And sorrow-joys

We journey through

Do not despair

This thoroughfare

Of holding close

Then letting go

Is like a stair

From here to There

…and what There is

None fully knows

Not to but through

The seeming grave

That holds the bones

Which hold the soul

This much ado

Is like a wave

That dissolves on

Death’s sacred shoal

© Janet Martin

Three things in common all have we...

First life, 

Then death,

Then eternity

Each day is like a flower

That spills from bud to bloom

Before it fades and falls away

Into Yesterday's tomb 

Who knows how far or near we are

To There, an awesome awe-full Gate

Today is Time enough to care

and prepare, ere it is too late