Like a Shawl Full of Holes

The snow stretches cold, like a shawl full of holes

Thrown over the shoulders of earth

The Weaver of days fills the scope of hope’s gaze

With Season and Reason’s rebirth

The planter of prayers climbs the slope of faith’s stares

Up to heaven’s Giver of grace

Where, to have and hold like a shiver of gold

Tumbles through our inept embrace

The woodland is draped with starred silk from a cape

That no mortal merchant can hawk

This beauty at large is offered without charge

Mercy’s master-peaceful backdrop

Desire is quaffed in white silence, snow-soft

The whim that besets foolish deed

Is wonder-replete as we kneel at the feet

Of a God who knows just what we need

These hours that spill like a sheath that we fill

With belief and the offspring thereof

Is of such design the no one can decline

Its heaven-to-human-race-love

The grace that it grants is far more than mere chance

We dance on trust-dust called today

Where snow wraps its cold, like a shawl full of holes

This holy, slip-slipping away

© Janet Martin

I was reminded this morning by something I read that we should do whatever it is we're doing with all our heart...

 And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;

Col.3:23

It ties in well with tomorrow's Sunday School lesson..
Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:

Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,

 Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.

Prov. 6:6-8 

..so. on that note, here's to tackling to-do lists 'heartily, as to the Lord'!