A glimpse of today's melody-notes falling and fading!
It's a breath-taking medley of clash-and-meld,
Can you hear it too?
I hope so💗
(so don't just see these pictures, hear them!😊)
'It lilts in lyrics, swing-song sweet...
(every time Mrs. Swing-pusher takes the teeniest pause
Miss Swing-rider whips her head around to see what's up. lol!!!)
And sparkles in splash aftermath'
...keeping up with these colorful feet is a fulltime percussion piece😄
If we have ears to hear, my dear,
The melody of land and sea
That sweeps through trees, against the pier
And cheeps in cricket tiralee
That plops from raindrop-wells, aloft
In apples, decking orchard floors
That purrs in fur-balls, kitten-soft
Or in the jungle-kingdom, roars
That giggles from a little girl
And ripples in the silver heath
That tumbles from rock-heights to swirl
And thunder in chasms beneath
That clinks from spoons in mugs or cups
As we stir coffee, fresh-steeped chai
And chat about life’s downs and ups
…hushed in dusk’s deep blue lullaby
That sighs in anthems overhead
As leaf-song crescendos and wanes
Until all that we hear instead
Is pelting sleet on windowpanes
…that buzzes in the bumbling bee
And steals our breath with call of loon
And drones in August's drowsy tree
As cicadas hail hot high noon
That lilts in lyrics, swing-song sweet
And sparkles in splash aftermath
That thrums in banter of bare feet
That dash down childhood's garden path
That spills in trills from feathered throats
That rolls in deeps across the sand
That broods in misty music-notes
That fold away the day in hand
That rustles in the turn of page
That bustles in work-a-day dash
As tick by tock we earn the wage
That soon settles in dust and ash
If we are given ears to hear
Melodies that make us rejoice
How terrible, t’would be, my dear
To miss The Author's still small voice
...and never, with devoted tears
Thank Him for living's symphony
So we may taste, if but with ears
Faint fringes of His majesty
© Janet Martin
And one little music-splash from yesterday...
2 Kings 19:11-13 BSB
The LORD Speaks to Elijah at Horeb
…11Then the LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain before the LORD. Behold, the LORD is about to pass by.” And a great and mighty wind tore into the mountains and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12After the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a still, small voice. 13When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
…11Then the LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain before the LORD. Behold, the LORD is about to pass by.” And a great and mighty wind tore into the mountains and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12After the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a still, small voice. 13When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
Suddenly a voice came to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”…
Janet, this is such a gorgeous poem! You truly are an amazing superwoman. I'm in awe of everything you do and the way you do it: you keep a beautiful house, a beautiful garden, tackle "hills of beans" and such, take care of the little ones, cook, bake, etc. etc. and you find time to read, and you are a great photographer, and you write wonderful poetry daily!
ReplyDeleteP.S. The pics of the kids are so sweet. I first spotted the mismatched shoes in the swing pic, but wasn't sure until I saw the closeup :) My daughter used to have a collection of the same little ponies. Seems she played with them only yesterday...
Dear Sasha, you are sweet and kind but oh, I hope these posts don't leave the impression of a picture-perfect life; far from it. It's an attempt to draw the melody from the mundane<3 and try not to take blessings for granted. I knew as soon as Little Tot arrived those shoes would need to celebrated somehow with a poem! Naptime allowed a little window to 'celebrate':) those ponies belonged to my girls. I didn't keep nearly everything but have been thankful for the things I did! On the other hand my house is what it is. On Sunday, spur of the moment I invited friends over for lunch feeling comfortable with the thought that I put a bit of extra time in to tidy clutter the evening before. I served them burnt, dried out meatloaf (I didn't turn the oven down far enough while we were at church). In broad daylight a film of road dust glared at me from it seemed every surface! and from where our friends sat for lunch I realized after they left they had the perfect view of 3 bras hanging on a clothing dryer in the laundry room! hahaha! oh well. We had a great visit in spite of much that was not really to my liking tidy-wise;-) Thank-you again for reading and for your kind words. SO much to be thankful for!
DeleteStill, you somehow fit more doing into the 24 hours than most of us. I suspect hard work is your secret :) And I'm sure your friends had a great time at your house!
DeleteThe little ponies were among the things I did give away, regretting it afterwards. I have saved so much though! Whenever those grandkids come along, we'll never have to shop for toys, we'll just go to the basement and pick an age-appropriate gift :)
Have a wonderful day!
...instead of Gramma's attic, gramma's basement! love it<3
DeleteHave a great weekend!
oh! and I was going to tell you, Emily helped with the beans. That picking was for her. Also, Two tots had a playdate with friends that day so it was a great opportunity to have the grand-children able to play with the other two. Rob and Emily helped me pick the beans the evening before.
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