It seems over and over we need to learn and relearn to adapt, then re-adapt,
to plan then re-plan as circumstance changes 'dance-steps'...
Lord, teach us how in all of this
to be content.
(written as a reminder when contentment's feathers get a little ruffled and yanked)
(written as a reminder when contentment's feathers get a little ruffled and yanked)
Contentment is like a sweater
Cashmere-soft in its embrace
Bigger than the grind we weather
Or the hopes and dreams we chase
Contentment is like heart-laughter
The secret to happiness
Its essence lingers long after
Hold-and- hug cools its caress
Contentment is like a flower
With a bloom that never dies
Splash of colour cheers each hour
Priceless, modest pleasure-prize
Contentment is heaven's rhythm
On earth's rocking-chair of life
While we bounce and bump unbidden
While want bears the carving knife
Contentment is like home-fires
Warming us while wild winds brood
Satisfying heart’s desires
With genuine gratitude
© Janet Martin
...and now?
I must be content to scrub the porridge pot
because the oatmeal soundly burned
while I 'purred' about contentment😏
...and a song I thought of us I called up to Victoria to
'rise and shine and start another hard-work day!'
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