Learning and Learning

 Happy Final Day of February

The speed with which February zipped by is why I never dread winter or hurry along any season!

Months seem to pack up and disappear all too fast on their own.

Something recently reminded me how my own kids will always remember me old-ish,

never in the younger half of my life while Time sends youth packing 

midst laughing and scolding, kiss-hug and holding and all other mother-ish Love

This morning a young mom and I were guessing how her daughter might be tall
when she grows up because of the shape and size if her hands and feet
and it reminded me of those days when I would peer into the guessing-land of Future
visualizing the surreal that takes shape before our very eyes in ever-present plain-clothed surprise...
Sometimes I still find myself peering into that room full of shadows,
 wondering what kind of crinkly old woman I will be...crotchety or kind😀

 (Probably either, depending on the day)

Today's guessing-room bloomed into flower in colours other than gray, for a change!

Thank-you Lord, for the Unfailing Beauty of You!

Into a vague hollow

Of veiled worlds we peer

A room full of shadows,

Part hope and part fear

For morrow’s grownups

We work-fret-pray-fuss

While we evolve into

New versions of us

…joining ranks, older

Than yesterday’s force

Squaring our shoulders

To weather the course

Wondering whether

Hope’s silk-leather glove

Will hold us together

While we live, laugh, love

Taking a meeker

Approach to the hour

Always a seeker

Of buds filled with flow’r

Learning and learning

As Time sheds its fray

How soft the journey

Of life slips away

Learning and leaning

 With visage denied

 How trust is believing

That God will provide

Learning forever

That Life's lone return

Is proving we never

Grow too old to learn

© Janet Martin