Life-song

Life; fraught with ‘would’ and ‘should’ and such

It startles hearts and eyes

As seasons shift beneath the touch

Of sunset and sunrise

Life; its land flows with highs and lows

And all scopes in between

Subtle, its 'oh' of open-close

What-is to what-has-been

Life; teacher, preacher, patriarch

Giver, taker of youth

Its language of daylight to dark

Interprets timeless truth

The wise, dumbfounded by its flit

As memories take shape

The dumb, wizened at length by it

Ah, there is no escape

Life; like a leap of love and learn

And ‘what must be will be’

Where no one knows when it will turn

Into eternity

© Janet Martin

 Here in the Martin household life has become beautifully busier in gramma-hood:)

I empathize with Beth Powning's thoughts as she looked at her baby boy; I, at my grandson...

 Hallelujah, hallelujah, the Giver of life is faithful to and through its end

Every good and perfect gift is from above, 

coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, 

who does not change like shifting shadows.

James 1:17