Thursday Thoughts on Nothing New

It is impossible to find fulfillment in the things we see

Until we look through thankful eyes of kindness and humility

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No matter what we may achieve

No boast let thought suggest

For only through what we receive

Makes possible the rest

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Pity not he who cannot see

But those whose sight is blind

So full of animosity

The good they cannot find

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If we thought less of self and more of God the world would see

Without a word the proof of love the way it ought to be

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Darling the day is dying

Darling, ah, we are too

Then pray Hope is relying

On God, faithful and true

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I love the way the birth of day

Soft-ushers earth back into view

And whether it is gold or gray

I love the way it looks on you

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Aubade and lullaby, oh my

Time’s music-man is sweet

He spills the fathoms of the sky

In shadows at our feet

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Maybe you think a rhyme is a sad waste of Time and ink

Well, that’s okay but I must say I dislike how you think

Maybe you think a poem is word’s weakest enterprise

But I dare you to try a few before you roll your eyes

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Oh, isn’t it exciting when your toes first touch the floor

To wonder what is waiting where dawn swings ajar its door

Ah, what and who will paint the pictures that only thought sees

After the laughter that is waiting turns to memories

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Rock-a-bye-river

Wherever you be

You are a Singer

That sings to the sea

Sometimes your chorus

Is muted and mild

Sometimes the roar of

Your paean runs wild  

Rock-a-bye-schooner,

And hush-a-bye lea

Cradle the crooner

That sings to the sea

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The colors of mid-afternoon
on a mid-winter's day
are blended to perfection
In a tea-pot of Earl Gray

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When daylight disappears
and adds its weight to yester-years
Pray, should this be our final one
The Lord will greet us with "well done"

© Janet Martin