Sometimes while supper is cooking I like to take a quick hike across the fields...
It always yields something to be awed about and makes one forget,
for a bit, the things we could fret about!
Surging toward us like waves of the sea
All the tomorrows still waiting to be
Who knows what laughter and heartache they hold
Sweeping the shoreline with turquoise and gold
Darling, the morrow that yesterday etched
Stencils blue shadows like art, pencil-sketched
Almost the moments that it had withheld
Have drained into the place where all days meld
Beauty is timeless as He who designs
Wonders too countless to rein into lines
Free-for-all fortune that no one can buy
Small as a sparkle and big as the sky
Sometimes the future feels like a grand wave
Rolling toward us with forces to brave
But as it sweeps across shorelines gold-gray
It never exceeds the scope of Today
Time always leaves
yesterday in the dust
It never insist on tomorrow’s must
Who knows what waits where the season-bells chime
But this; we face it one day at a time
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!