Of Daily Grind and Chance It Grants

This poem was written as a Motivational speech to Self;

as I pondered/prayed for this day the Lord has made to rejoice and be glad in it!

(yes, though it is sky-wide gray, The Unknown juxtaposed with work-a-day-worn-routine

and very sweet youngsters who don't mind a bit to test patience and wills as well 😉)

 Winter days are perfect for extra kitchen 'play-time'

Life’s daily grind of ties that bind the workman to the plow

Is so designed for us to find its happiness somehow

There is no pie up in the sky, only the push and tug

Of heave-heave-ho, of hold-let go, of slip-trip, kiss and hug

Ah, days are bold, soft they unfold before our very eyes

The commonness of live-laugh-love can take us by surprise

Where hope and prayer, joy and despair, delights and vexes we

Who touch our feet upon a street hinged to eternity

Purpose and plan twixt God and man can be a wrestling match

Reason, though kind is often blind to Mercy’s tender catch

While seasons surge then mutely merge with moments once we had

Each morning grants a whole new chance to rejoice and be glad

Where Past expands as hearts and hands sample the sands of time

As live and learn and give and yearn compose the stairs we climb

Where bless and curse, for better-worse its tests and quests unwind

Where thankfulness finds happiness within life’s daily grind

© Janet Martin

(no pie in the sky but a pizza-pie on the table is sure to please:)