So Begins Another Day

This little guy prefers sleeping to eating making for a fretting frazzled mommy!
Much patience-training already for new mommy and daddy...

Tip-toes touch down on time’s runway

And so begins another day

Labor lends its incumbent quest

We, still by Adam’s curse, most blest

Both friend and foe of woe and cheer

We don day’s ‘go’ of laughter-tear

The imminence of what will be

Only the eyes of God can see

We would be sore afraid in thought

Dawn’s Door, a gate to we-know-not

With trembling mustard-seed-size faith

We trust the Lord who heeds each breath

Futile to fret for what is past

While dawn begets hope’s new-day cast

We reach to touch the Giver’s hand

…so much we do not understand

I have heard people, two-feet shod

Declare they live but don’t need God

While lungs are filled with new-morn air

And they inhale grace unaware

We, poor creatures of needy noise

Dependent all, earth’s girls and boys

We gulp time’s gifted grant…Love grins

While mercy-fruit drips from our chins

© Janet Martin

 Sometimes I find the hardest move I make all day is the one where I swing my legs over the side of a comfy, cozy bed and move to the upright position! Once my feet are on the floor I no longer want to sleep but oh, the oomph to get them there!
...and so begins another day
Who knows what will be but these...Goodness and mercy for our needs