Ripe For the Picking...

For all that we discover

There is much we cannot tell

What waits beyond dawn’s sky-wide gates

And half-breath citadel

The future is a forum

That no one can approve

But drink the dew of daily-new

With these; faith, hope and love

Tick-tock, the sky clock whispers

With sun and rain and dark

Where, beneath it we lie, run, sit

Still dreamers all, at heart

Today is ripe for picking

What fills its harvest-field?

Ah, thought at best can simply guess

Then trust God for its yield

© Janet Martin

What a shake-in-our-shoes each new day would be 

It shoulders much uncertainty

But it comes from an omnipotent God who cares

and knows The Whole and hears our prayers 

 Psalm 119:151
You are near, O LORD, And all Your commandments are truth.

 Lamentations 3:57
You drew near when I called on You; You said, "Do not fear!"

Gotta run...lots o' 'littles' here today:)

See you later!