...as I was contemplating the upright position from my cozy horizontal came the first lines of this poem;-)
Left foot forward then the right;
Thus the day becomes the night
Little sleep when day is done;
Soon night’s deep is full of sun
Little holding close, then oh;
Tender tug of letting go
Little sorrow, joy, peace, strife
Stirs the dust that fosters life
Little swivel on the sod
Is time's little gift from God
© Janet Martin
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow.
What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
James 4:14
Wishing you a wonder-filled worship-day!
Wishing you a wonder-filled worship-day!
Your photo of teasel folk with their prickly brown faces turned toward the glow of sunset and their fibrous arms raised in praise for the painted sky is like a poem. Did you take it? You have an eye for the natural beauty of the world.
ReplyDeletethank-you! your comment is like a poem:) yes, these guys always catch my eye this time of year...not much other vegetation to distract.
DeleteWonderful poem. Let us not forget, this is a gift.
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