Human G-r-r-r-Race

PAD Challenge 23: For today’s prompt, write an action poem. So many actions are available to the poet: singing, running, clapping, working, and–umm–poeming. 

Yes, there’s a world of possibility today–all ready to act.

Some call it a rat-race, some call it a drag

Where God unfurls morning like a heaven-flag

To we, privileged partakers of give and take

Soul heir, but not sole heir to choices we make

How soft through our touch slips the silk ilk of Day

It authors our Oh-no and hip-hip-hooray

That some call a rat-race and some call a drag

Some stumble, more humble; some coast, gloat and brag

Some take all they can and not once tip their hat

To the Higher Hand that grants life’s This and That

Some live love-astonished by His unrestraint

While some run nerves ragged with constant complaint

Some call it pure luck and some call it pure grace

This dust-to-dust Must of hope-trust human race

But what-who-where-when and however we be

Time is but the throughway to Eternity

© Janet Martin

  Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, 

as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. 

1 Pet.4:10