We celebrated Mom's birthday yesterday, a little late...
I tucked this poem in her card and hope
she will read between the lines...
for things words wouldn't will.
Sometimes the heart is full of art that cannot find a way
To spell in ink the things we think but don’t know how to say
’I love you’, ‘I am sorry’, ‘thank-you for all that you do’
Seem far too small to convey all that I would like it to
The things we learn where living’s no-return is running rife
Often humbles opinion with stumbles and facts of life
But we are not so quick to pick up stones in self-defense
As we begin to gather in the sheaves of recompense
The past is a vast book we should look at, but not retrace
Except to see with clarity the goodness of God’s grace
And where we lack the perfect knack to spell our utter thanks
We trust in love to be enough to fill in all the blanks
© Janet Martin
“‘“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”’
and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”’
Num.6:24-26
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