Hub of Hope

So much trouble, pain and sorrow

Far more Mercy we can borrow

In spite of stumbles and mistakes

God never leaves us, or forsakes...

Thus no matter come what may

Hope will never lose its way

...and whithersoever He entered into villages, or cities or country,

 they laid the sick in the streets

and besought him that they might touch if it were but the border of his garment: 

and as many as touched Him were made whole

Mark 6: 56  

The pain and plight of human fight can rouse a soulful yen

To touch the Healer’s hemline and to be made whole again

The hearty ache of give and take in all its high and low

Can make us long for Something that this world cannot bestow

Life’s fragile cup o’ cheer we raise in praise to happiness

Can spill and fill with storms that test the best of humanness

But we are not alone; the stepping stones of day-to-day

Are each by grace allotted by the One who is our Stay

Uncertainty could drive us wild with fear of the Unknown

But Certainty of God-with-us grants courage to go on

Where what we hold is bound to change but Who holds us does not

He never fails; through pain and plight of Numbered Day's brief lot

How precious then the happiness that spills from Mercy's trays
In dear, breath-stealing ballads of life's ordinary days
Where swift, the gift of moments in a very subtle spree
Touches the tender ties that bind them into memory

© Janet Martin

 How humbly precious then, are our happiness-es

Like this one:

 "I peekin-'boos" Said little Girl when I showed her this photo