On This Note...

On this note, due to a major shake-up to what has been a somewhat regular routine 

for quite some time, I will be away for a while

but hope to be back after a vacation and then adapting to a new

childcare routine starting at 7:00 a.m.

Hope to see you sometime in October!

On a note of orchards groaning with the glut of grace and toil

Where the mantle of new morning gleams like frosting over spoil

Where Hope to spring’s furrow planted is poured out in harvest-hymns

On a note twixt Past and Promise, where Today spreads fledgling wings

On a note of Change pursuing what is pressed against our skin

Where the Hour keeps undoing and refilling nests within

And the Things we thought quite common startle us with Letting Go

On a note where skylines open to what Time waits to bestow

On a note of flower-tatters scattered where sweet summer wanes

On a coat of earthy matters fixed to heaven’s holy trains

On a road where twist and turn can take us by sacred surprise

On a note where Having Held melds hello’s handshake to good-byes

…on a note of knowing little of what waits to spill its store

Where each day is like a launching pad hinged to for-nevermore

Frilled with gray and gold appointment like footprints splashed-dashed on sand

Where each note of leaping forward leads to farewell’s upper hand

…on a note of raw rebellion tamed by traits of Father Time

Where the green of leaf turns golden like medallions on a vine

And the sheen of dreams turns dusky where the rise and set of sun

Tunes the notes of moment-music into soulful said-and-done

On a note of wish and wonder so profound it steals our breath

Where the heart can skip a beat so full of life so close to death

...where the rhythms we relinquish have prepared us unaware

For the notes that wait to wash across the stars and bars of prayer

…on a note of apprehension and fresh thoroughfares of trust

Where the Unknown is an ocean surging through faith’s speck of dust

Where we cannot nurse the notions that turn fear into a noose

But proceed in part with caution and in part with heart foot-loose

On a note of simple Being with a Mary-like Reply

Of ‘Lord, Be it unto us as you have said’,  we try to fly

And be ever humbly thankful for the chance to dance and sing

On a note, often off-key but always meant to worship Him

© Janet Martin

 "I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered.

 "May your word to me be fulfilled."

Luke 1:38