In This Live-Like-There's-No-Tomorrow Chase...

 Caress the common finesse of Today...

‘Neath secret sorrows hope forges faith’s seed

We learn to wait while bud-gates bar bloom-burst

Teaching that reaching is oft head-bowed need

…how things worth having we must wait for first

For it is things we wait for that will mold

Hearts filled with gratitude for all we hold

Life’s struggle-trouble tug-of-heart and soul

Its live-like-there-is-no-tomorrow chase

Surprises us with laughter-tears that roll

To wash the worry-lines from downcast face

Do not despair; the care that brings us low

Keeps us mindful of, by Whose grace we go

Revere the tenure of time’s tick-tock spree

Caress the common finesse of today

Now fills the matrix that forms memory

Its hello-farewell, a swift, seamless splay

Beneath life’s joy and sorrow-plaited lope

We learn to turn its wait-and-see to hope

© Janet Martin