Befitted for Love

 Love trades duty for honor

Love remembers to ask

Love's kind and gracious Author

To fit us for its task

Two little girls, the same size with the same names
are 'enjoying' same nap-times😀
...well, one is. the other one is making way too much noise to qualify as napping:)
(who knew love could be SO exhausting)
on their part and mine!
They are both kept quite busy 'borrowing' toys from each other
 and I am kept busy trying to sort what is who's!
But two not-even-two-yet girlies are pretty easy to convince
with another  'toy-bribe'
Time for a quick poem-coffee-break before #3 arrives.
#3 is all of two and boasts the title Grandson so
the dynamics change a bit just because when
you're all of 2 years + a month toy-bribes don't work as well anymore;
esp. at Grandma's house where he is the super-star!😊
Ah life! love!

One of the toy-bribes...inspired by Aiken Drum !

The quiet eye of heart and soul

With wily want and will to weigh

Rivals with noise of common toll

Where fact and fancy war and play

To teach thought’s vision to behold

*‘Midst gales of gray, hope’s glints of gold

Tell me, is ever time enough

To learn all that we ought to know

It seems to me life’s fist-a-cuff

Is always poised to wield a blow

Whilst we, with black eye, bloody lip

Brace for love’s next face-plant or trip

The mind is more than it may seem

Thought’s powerhouse produces touch

It harbours with its darling dream

The slyer skill of schemes and such

Where no one is immune to fear

Or the tempter’s impulsive leer

This dust we stir is soon subdued

A blur entombed in history

Where not one footstep can intrude

To rearrange time’s estranged spree

While love alone makes worth the leap

Twixt birth and death’s eternal sleep

The quiet eye of heart and soul

The mighty powerhouse of mind

Would be a futile rigmarole

With only havoc left behind

But for the humble servant’s prayer

To befit us for love’s warfare

© Janet Martin

*right now we are having gales of gray with no glints of gold!

Sometimes by Friday, life's noise sounds louder 

and good intention's poise is wobbly at best.

Thank-you God for your wise order 

of 'six days work' 

then a day of rest!

Today's wind has me humming this tune😁