Thank-you, Lord...

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"...

Matt. 25:35