The Glad Truth (of what Time cannot change)

 Because it promised to be a lively one...

 ...into the crock-pot early this morning went one thawed beef blade roast along with

potatoes, carrots, rutabaga, onion , salt, pepper 

and a handful of fresh from-the-freezer chopped parsley (flakes work as well)

Seal crock-pot with foil, put on lid and turn on low all day!

Nothing makes Victoria, the family smile like beef browned potatoes!

So simple. So good on a cold winter night!

One of those delicious delights that time cannot change!

Dawning upon us like love’s madrigal

Hails the glad truth of what time cannot change

Darling, the things that matter most of all

The Chieftain of progress can never estrange

In spite of all it seems to rearrange

It cannot alter the thrill of hello

When face to face, long-missed loved ones we meet

It cannot tarnish the garnish of snow

Soft on the rooftop and woodland and street

Spilling a canvas we scribble with feet

Time leaps with joy in ahoy blush and gold

As we set sail on a sea of new morn

Nature’s surprises will never grow old

Each bloom as fresh as the first ever born

Bestowing beauty to worlds weary-worn

 Modern-day mayhem’s most impressive boasts

Cannot claim credit for sunset or rise

The Hand that grants what accomplishment toasts

Is not affected by time’s age and size

No matter how swift the season-clock flies

Thus, the best things in life will remain so

 Leisurely picnics and much work to do

Teachers to learn from the tots in their tow

Hilltops to offer, if scaled, quite a view

Heaven-glimpse in four words, ‘I love you too’

Laughter that lilts like a gilt butterfly

Butter to better the best have-a-taste

Chatter of children as pure as the sky

Pleasure when we find the keys we misplaced

Twilight on velvet blue, quarter-moon graced

Thank God for puppy with mischievous lad

Sunshine that cannot be stoppered and sold

Beautiful baby and proud mom and dad

Humbled and whelmed by the charge in their hold

Thank God for wonder that never grows old

Wonder to startle the most wizened sage

Music to sweeten sometimes-sour notes

Too many poems to tender to page

River that rushes with autumn’s leaf-boats

Farewells that leave aching lumps in our throats

Supper that spells happiness in a dish

God, rich in mercy whatever our lot

Darling, the things that most satisfy wish

Time cannot altar one tittle or jot

No matter how many years it has caught

© Janet Martin

 Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Heb.13:8