Mighty Mite...

 *Something happened yesterday that reminded me to never-mind-the-mess-moments,

even when it looks like a toy-book-popcorn blizzard hit the house😏

(these pics taken after the popcorn was cleaned up:)

*...for all the slips, stumbles, scoldings, patience loss

the little lad could have mentioned, he told the bus-driver this!

(I picked up 2 older siblings of one of the little girls in my childcare yesterday after school)

Big Sister told me why she was laughing when they got off the bus

Bus driver: Do you have someone new picking you up today?

Little Brother: yup! Her name is Janet and she believes in God!"

and then, Big Sister continued, 'the bus-driver said, me too!'

That 'me too'  instantly changed how they regarded Bus Driver!

Our lives are shaped by moments...

masterpieces are made with brushstrokes and breath-notes!

Let's be mindful artists/composers!
Because
There's a lot at the mercy of moments...

Much, much more than just mere moments

Melting ‘neath sun’s heat, like snow

Meting out in breath-sized morsels

Much more than we’ll ever know

More than muted mist of morning

Kissed with whispers, bronze, gray, pink

More than birth to death, my darling

Falls the thrall of moment-ink

Far beyond triumphant touchdowns

Or the frowns which test our grit

From a moment long-forgotten

Someone hearkens back to it

Then, a moment seems quite sacred

What a weighted mighty mite

As its melds to printed pages

And ages long slipped from sight

Until someone tries the footing

Tastes the pudding, stirs the dust

Stumbling-blocks and stepping-stones, love

Poured into a moment’s Must

What a chariot, this war-room

Battle-plans subject to how

Choices fill the mite of moments

With the height of here and now

© Janet Martin