Day in Hand

Waste not on what thou canst not know

The ardor of the hour at hand

Futile, those fat guesses we throw

Toward the ghosts of the unplanned

But thou, with what thou hast, do well

The bell that tolls with sleep or death

Is hung upon a citadel

That grants life’s offering, breath by breath

Fear’s borrowed grief, thou canst not ease

With buttered dread and promise-tea

Better the day in hand to please

With Utter Best’s humility

In vain to strain to scan the dip

Where the steep curve of morrow hides

The miles beyond This Present Blip

Of day in Hand where God abides

Then look to He and meekly ask

His love to undergird request

To be content with what thou hast

And give this day in hand thy best

© Janet Martin

 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, 

and all these things will be added unto you.  

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,  

for tomorrow will worry about itself.  

Today has enough trouble of its own.

Matt.6:33-34