A Hymn For Him Inspired by Farewell-fired 'Things'

The line in this poem; *And coffee with a slice of cheese
Was inspired by my being deliciously spoiled this Christmas
with two of my most favorite things in the world... Coffee and cheese!

This poem is a little collection of this spent year's mementos ...

For jars filled with forget-me-nots

For flower pots on windowsills

For innocence of tiny tots

For wonder’s unexpected thrills

For circle-notes on puddled lane

For leaf-boats on its little lakes

For laughter’s silver-sparkle strains

For supper soup and birthday cakes

For scenes that twinkle through our touch

But rest forever in the heart

For everyone we love so much

Whether together or apart

For hope for things to come, where Past

Has such a hearty appetite

Yet each day hoists a virgin mast

And bids us sail toward the night

Not swaddled yet in death’s cold bod

Not blindfolded or bound in chains

But free to see, hear and applaud

Each Masterpiece that God sustains

For the fond bond of true friendship  

For home-sweet-home and family

For August afternoons that drip

Like honey to a cup of tea

For wealth of health and strength for toil

For hard work’s well-earned beauty-sleep

For summer’s unmerited spoil

Where nature gifts what none can keep

For fuzzy socks and apple pie

*And coffee with a slice of cheese

For four-season wind-lullaby

And thousand unnamed luxuries

For what we understand, or not

Where we are all students of life

For Mercy’s unwavering lot

Reaffirmed where new day runs rife

For what we name and what we miss

Dear Lord, accept our hymn of praise

And keep us ever keened to this;

The Never-ending End of Days

For mantles made of morning mist

For candles made of autumn’s leaf

For the refurbished to-do list

For wrinkles proving Time is chief

For laughter of both heart and brook

For After Dark’s strange Art unfurled

For the barge of a story-book

And armchair, to travel the world

For Goodness none of us have earned

For lessons gleaned from what has been

For woods when springtime has returned

With sundry-splendored shades of green

For promises still being met

For awesomeness of simple things

Like buttered bread, common and yet

It makes us feel like queens and kings

For holding before letting go

For babies bouncing on our knee

For ‘always something we don’t know’

The beauty of Discovery

For Old Year tumbling from Time’s sill

For New Year’s intangible Yet

Like a big jar that we will fill

With flowers we still have not met

© Janet Martin