For Matadors Where The Day Runs Wild...

Yesterday did not happen as planned;

but isn't that the way of most of love/life?!

 Instead of working in 'purple room'

we trucked down back-roads looking for filler for outdoor winter-urns,

(after looking at appointments, weather and schedules and realizing today is the best day)

Resulting in a job for grand-sonny, who took washing Grandpa's truck very seriously

(until he realized it was more fun to point it at Grandma and listen to her shriek😁😂)

( so, indoor plans turned to outdoor art

 ...and we return to to-do lists today, Lord willing)

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, 

do it all for the glory of God.

1 Cor.10:31

Day folded ere the work was through

(seems there is always much to do)

The challenge to prioritize

Trains jockeys of all shapes and size

My, my, the momentum of day

Can ease a whole lifetime away

Where what now keeps us on our toes

Will all be stilled at curtain-close

Thus we with humble heart and soul

Should re-evaluate our goal

As highs and lows of joy and strife

Become the story of our life

For the handshake of Father Time

Is brief at best, this crest we climb

But a threshold before a door

That opens into Evermore

...and death will win want’s raging bull

Snuff the red cape of push and pull

As the footwork of matadors

No longer sparks spectator’s roars

...where mist-exhale of day-to-day

In one last breath is done away

And we return from whence we came

With nothing but our given name

© Janet Martin

 I've always loved this somber hymn