Metamorphosis of Now...

 We have returned from a week away at the cottage...

a different sort of week as people came and went

as jobs required and released

(the cottage is close enough to home to make this possible)

Gone are the years when everyone could

take the same week off and stay.

so instead of looking back and mourning the past

we open our hearts and embrace

the ever-changing present

 precious time with Grandchildren...

 a bit of reading time...

listening to lake counsel, mesmerized by its varying tones...

 front row seat to the heavens declaring the glory of God!

among some of the week's pleasures

Change does not happen overnight

But oh, it always does

The Thing that is slips out of sight

Into the Way it Was

Wrapped in the rush of when and how

The metamorphosis of now

For what it’s worth ‘this too shall pass’

Nothing can hold its own

Against the trickle in a glass

That is not overthrown

But shapes time’s grains with subtle ease

Into a chain of memories

Time teaches us to cherish now

We have no more…or less

With which to learn, teach, reach and bow

Beneath farewell’s address

Where no one knows how near or far

To that Gateway called death we are

These numbered days, a gift from God

Ought to tune us with awe

Only a fool ignores his prod

Or sets a stubborn jaw

Where Time is like a wave that rolls

Toward the shoreline of our souls

Take heed, and treat with tender care

What none can own or keep

And fold that fist into a prayer

Lest you die in your sleep

Where now is always on the verge

Of where what is to Was will merge

So guard with wary gravity

Thought’s self-indulgent thirst

For by our very natures we

Are want and longing cursed

But He who does not change or shift

Helps us to find joy in His gift

© Janet Martin

OH!!! and last but not least
Jim playing scrabble on a rainy day
(doesn't he look like he's having the time of his life?!😂😂😂)

sharing a verse I've shared many times...

 Teach us to number our days, 

that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12