Like A Wave on The Sea...

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