Subtle Begetting

 Good Monday morning, right?!;-)

This rise-and-shine becomes us;

Each hello and farewell

Each break of dawn,

Each wake of dusk,

Each tolling season-knell

Defines within our Being

That which would bloat, benign

Save for the hope

Where hurt and dirt

Of toil and loss refines

The heart and hand with learning

While Time retains its ways

Across the no-returning

Of ten-thousand yesterdays

Where we lie down and rise up

Yoked with life’s fret-and-fuss

Forgetting in its letting

Ah,

It is begetting us

© Janet Martin

Today is full of Unknowns awaiting our response! 

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Heb.12:1-2