Tuesday, April 14, 2020


Oh, just to be stuck in  rush-hour traffic behind a school-bus!
 Oh, to be free of COVID-19!
Oh Lord, that we would not be too stubborn to learn to lean on You!
I've remarked a few times how I didn't realize till this lock-down how much of life is Plans...
often we forget to say if the Lord wills we will...

James 4:13-15
 Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town 
and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”—  
 yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. 
What is your life? 
For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.  
 Instead you ought to say,
 “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”

Living in limbo these strange days it seems
Plan stands akimbo as we gaze at dreams
All we once witnessed without second thought
Sparkles with richness we nearly forgot
Stirring fond longing for mem’ry-made Things
Work-a-day love-song while tool-of-trade rings
Caught in the traffic behind a school bus
Turn up the music while we fret and fuss
To market, to market, without fearful word
To bicker and barter and shout to be heard
To mosey, enchanted, indulge in the bliss
That we took for granted…big hug, handshake, kiss
To wish to be jostled by crowds bargain-mad
To be pushed and scowled at won’t seem so bad
To chat (bumping carts) about everyday tasks
Not six feet apart behind mittens and masks
To ruffle the curls of baby girls, freckled chaps
And cuddle the world as they climb on our laps
To not furrow brows at the Sunday noon clock
While Preacher runs overtime rousing the flock
Or dock the poor server of nickel and dime
Because lunch took longer than it did last time
Not spiteful and quick to pinpoint people’s flaws
But gentled by sickness-induced worldwide pause
Beneath deathly pall of ‘ah, this too shall pass’
Urging the hours to fall through time’s glass
Till all this is over, then pray we will be
A sister and brother worldwide family
More giving, more thankful, more fully aware
Of living more mindful of love’s creature-care
More patient and humble, need each other more
Less reason to grumble than we had before
When all this is over and we realize
The gift of each other is life’s truest prize

© Janet Martin

May we be part of a worldwide choir, even now
Praising God for His daily mercies!
Some sweet day we will gather to sing in choirs

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