Of What Is Bound To Disappear...

 So, I didn't get a chance to sit in my 'rickety rocker' yesterday.

Lots of 'Must' and the beautiful day became dust...

But I did get  a chance to chat a few minutes with the owner(longtime friend)

of Drayton Freshmart about my 'Grandson being 'just too stinkin' cute' and he is!
He's a Hanzvachst'! (German word for mischievous and lovable)

and that conversation sparked this poem...

Okay, I remarked to her, 'so the bike didn't get out as much this summer but ...

... we surrender one love for another (for the time being) 

The bike will always be there...but not babies!

It is good to praise the Lord
    and make music to your name, O Most High, 

 proclaiming your love in the morning
    and your faithfulness at night,

Ps.92:1-2

Then keep those senses primed to what time gives, not what it takes

And thank the Lord for crumbs where daily bread of Blessing breaks

Where ‘hello, love’ soon slips a glove of farewell over clay

Where time will not for all we’ve got, repeat one single day

…where what we hold is momentary; be it sad or glad

And what we let go is the living proof of having had

And what we wish would change soon will, for better or for worse

Praise God from whom all blessings flow and do not fret and curse

Where wishing is the fuel for a prayer to bolster trust

And wanting is a duel often between love and lust

And hoping is the hunger that keeps perseverance keen

While moments, merest moments turn what is to what has been

…then keep those senses primed to what Time gives of May and Must

And make the most of Now before it crumbles into dust

For what we have and hold of moment gold and gray, my dear

Is like a little twinkle that is bound to disappear

© Janet Martin