Who Knows Who or What Waits...

I'm hoping/picturing when the nose of the Journey is pointed homeward tonight

the house will be spic-and-span,

but most of us have learned that our morning Maybe

 is subject to change of plan

Who knew a pile of dirty dishes can surprise us with a bit of beauty!

The Bygone-brush is dripping as we speak/read!!

And tonight, the whole world over, as we all survey our personal Portrait of Today

not one single picture will be exactly alike!

By God's grace then let's make courtesy, kindness and thankfulness the Beauty

each 'painting' has in common

Around the corner or across the street 

Who knows who or what waits our gait to greet 

Will it be stem-full-of-thorns, or the rose 

Will it be a kiss or punch in the nose 

The day at hand sits on time’s window sill 

Who knows who or what waits its frame to fill 

Darling, the colours that drip, splash and run 

Turn into works of art, never undone 

From the fine mingling of was-is-will be 

Who knows who or what waits to shape hist’ry 

Aptly, the hour is emptied and set 

Etching forever its brief pirouette 

While we work with what we somewhat expect 

Who knows who or what waits to interject 

But as each beck and call fills in the blanks 

Pray that above all, it resonates thanks 

© Janet Martin 

Eph.5:20

...always giving thanks to God the Father for everything,

 in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.