Un-common Wealth on Common Ground

 We all growl like bears;
    we moan mournfully like doves.

Isa. 59:11

Who can one’s worth or wisdom prove?

Or life’s full fortune count

The giver and the taker, love

Supplied by the same fount

Allowances of day to day

Provide a common wealth

God first gives what He takes away

Man owns nothing himself

…but owes his very breath to He

Whose grant we supplicate

And offer up Want’s frantic plea

That often bids us wait

…as Mercy drips like a fresh peach

From chins of much demand

Where both giver and taker reach

Into the selfsame Hand

For what we give He gives us first

God holds the spoon we lick

Where we would all be misers, cursed

With love of purse and brick

But for kind pricks and kicks to wake

Us to the mouth we feed

Ah, both giver and taker break

A loaf of common need

...and therefore have one common boast

No pompous look-at-me

For giver-taker’s least and most

Is simply what we see

The Hand that cups the sands of time

And all its peopled noise

Gives giver and taker the clime

Of living’s sorrow-joys

© Janet Martin


Thinking of all you Iowa-ans digging out of a blizzard...
(how do I know? Hubby is headed that way with a load of pigs needing unloading today
but he was told last night they have three days of digging out to do!!)
H-m-m-m!

sidenote: Jim just called (afternoon) Pigs delivered.
...and he said, the pigs look better than he does! lol!

Our precip came in rain and rain and MORE rain!!!

There's something about a rainy day that finds its way to a poet's pen
a musician's melody,
and a day-dreamer's dancing-feet,
so it seems...

Singin' in the Rain Gene Kelly