Of Moments Such As These

 Sometimes while the tots toddle and play in the snow...

... I snare a few pics as I waddle to and fro

seeking new wonders to devour

like winter's flower!

Through ramparts rife with stars and snow

Life's seasoned surges ebb and flow

Ah, storms subside then violets grow

On graves of winter spent

Where we of trial-and-error glove

Are always fitted with enough

To make the best of live-laugh-love

Beneath Time’s sky-wide tent

The tap-dance of Today soon dims

Where now a new arrangement brims

With never-before-wrested hymns

Soft-wrangled into place

For we, of mortal acumen

All students of love’s soul-full yen

Showcase footwork of ‘try again’

In ballrooms full of grace

This pain-and-pleasure albatross

This measure of both gain and loss

This heavy, treasure-laden cross

Can press us to our knees

To keep this frame of dust-to-dust

Dependent on hope’s humble trust

To curb the roar of wanderlust

With moments such as these

This oracle of day-to-day

Melts moments such as these away

Into the sum of do-and-say

A Very Holy Thing

As common molds of sleep and wake

Of hands we hold and bread we break

Turn Time into The Way We take

To bow before The King

© Janet Martin