Moment-ous Impetus

Here's to The Moment; the measure of years!

Forgive, oh Lord, when by the transport of an idle thought

I do not cherish what I hold but mourn for what is not

The Past is cast in vaults without a keyhole or a key

Hope’s ‘phoenix from the ashes’ a present-activity

The banner of ‘new mercy’ billows from the eastern scrim

No fetter can bar heaven from masterpieces of Him

Where faithful to His promises the Lord does not forget

But fills our present with moments that are not memories…yet

© Janet Martin

Sometimes for a flicker I find myself 'wishing' 

when I admire the vigor of youth 

Time is much quicker than man can imagine; 

unveiling in its regale, timeless truth

And we admit as we dissect the 'wish' for what once was, 

how we would not go back in time

because with vim youthful, youth has to muster 

will for the big hill that they must still climb

The other day the whole Wishing Well delight began with 

a sweet sigh from Little Girl 'wishing it would be Christmas again'. 

Oh, are you sure you wish it was Christmas? I asked. 

because, with that wish comes something else...winter!"

Quickly she changed her mind and decided she doesn't want Christmas after all.

This little exchange got me to thinking about how when we examine our own 'wishes' often they are hinged to things we would never wish for again...

I remember being much younger,(ah, blissful youth:) sitting on the couch bursting into tears 

( something I did NOT do regularly) but Jim's pickup had quit on his way to work and we needed to call a tow-truck and I told him after adding up the bills, we are not going to make it!

but we did, in the same way our ancestors did 

and in the same way our young people will; 

one day at a time!