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Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Still...

you never know what you're gonna get.
~ Forrest Gump

 

Sometimes that's how I feel about poetry before it is bitten/written!
SO much to taste; as fingers move you just never know what the end result will be!




Above photo from the book Through Irish Eyes



Do you ever look at history books and wonder at the photos, 
the fashions, the 'normal' of the time?!
Do you ever read a book from ages past,
and marvel at how much has changed
only to read the story of the people in the pictures
to realize that beneath façade 
humanity is as much the same as ever?!
People with souls pressing toward hope-and-dream goals
with many a bump along the way...


This poem took off in a totally different direction than I was expecting
when I first felt 'the niggle'...
That's the joy of poetry; you never know what you're gonna get!😄


Time does not change the way it pours four seasons round and round
It does not hasten or meander, ever tick-tock bound
Sunrise, sunset, now dry, now wet, now plant, now harvest, oh
Where it seems little stays the same as ages come and go

…but some things stay; life’s ilk of silk and steel still much the same
As on the day when Adam pointed at his wife with blame
The sweetness of indulgence of forbidden fruit is brief
Consequence still lasts so much longer borne with bitter grief

Yes, little stays the same but oh, the heart left to its rule
Is still desp’rately wicked as it caters to the fool
Pride still precedes destruction, arrogance authors the fall
And humble pie is still a most unpleasant victual

The youth that we try to preserve will still always fall prey
To Father Time who does not swerve or waver in his way
When man still loves a woman and a woman loves a man
Till death doth part, we still glimpse the heart of the Master's Plan

Innocence of a child is still the purest joy on earth
Mirth finds its dearest laughter and life finds its sweetest worth
Where man, still born to trouble will soon discover its rod
Push-pull, heave-ho, uphill we go, still by the grace of God

We still reap what we sow; God is not mocked, though some will dare
To think they can, spurning the love that didst their pardon bear
Man’s understanding still grapples with Lord God’s Sovereignty
The rebel still plucks ‘apples’ from the still forbidden tree

God's gift of grace is still free if we repent and believe
The sinner on one's own cannot redemption’s work achieve
We still all have only one life, death’s sickle sweeps the earth
And one by one we will return to He who authors birth

Time and humanity, while progress changes the façade
Are beneath the authority of Everlasting God
And while so little stays the same, some things will never change
Because of the Undying Soul no mortal can estrange

© Janet Martin

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.
Heb.13:8

Be still and know that I am God
Psalm 46:10

Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him;
 do not fret when people succeed in their ways, 
when they carry out their wicked schemes
Psalm 37:7






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