Thursday, August 19, 2021

Thank-you, Lord...

...and this just the last two days!


For August’s gilt edge garden-climes, on crests of morning tide...





For pretty-princess dressed in pink and melting gramma’s heart....




For fresh-brewed happiness to drink when needing noon’s jump-start

For feet that dash through childhood’s wink and wakes of outgrown shoes...
(Two tots came sporting newer, bigger shoes and boots)


For fine fellow with yellow curls, with smiles too sweet to spell...


For work to do while little girls have big stories to tell...



For Hope, that in the worst of times, through Heaven’s Best, abides
For August’s gilt edge garden-climes, on crests of morning tide
For feet that dash through childhood’s wink in wakes of outgrown shoes
For summer’s flower-splash that twinkles in ten-thousand hues
For Duty’s humble, holy task with diligence maintained
For Beauty’s benevolent flask outpoured yet never drained
For garden-treasure dug-tugged-picked-scrubbed-sliced; delicious crunch
For table set for kiss-and-hug-full tots hungry for lunch
For pretty-princess dressed in pink and melting gramma’s heart
For fresh-brewed happiness to drink when needing noon’s jump-start
For energy refurbished after slumber’s charge is met
For westward burnished backdrops showcasing dusk’s silhouettes
For silver river-ribbons sparkling to the darkling sea
For weary want re-smitten with unwritten poetry
For mercies new each morning; oh, what would we do without
For dew-dazzle adorning every tendril, twig and sprout
For He who hears each prayer we groan and moan, murmur and weep
For baby tucked with teddy bear, ready to fall asleep
For fine fellow with yellow curls, with smiles too sweet to spell
For work to do while little girls have big stories to tell
For so much more than we could ever earn of blessing-tides
For Hope, that in the worst of times, through Heaven’s Best, abides
...we thank-you, Lord

© Janet Martin

 For garden-treasure dug-tugged-picked-scrubbed-sliced; delicious crunch...


Have you ever wept over the beautiful sight of a bowl of tomatoes...

or potatoes?

...and the sheer unworthiness to be partaker of dinner
 while millions suffer and starve?

Next Sunday our church is hosting a fundraiser to buy food to package to
send to Haiti.
Would you like to be part of this joy?
Click here to live these words
"I was hungry and you gave me something to eat"...


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