Saturday, October 23, 2021

Of Blue on Blue

One of the moms I do childcare for lost both her grandparents within two weeks. 
Her Grandma's funeral is today.
Lloyd and Shirley were married for 63 years 
and raised their large family in this community
They were well known and loved and will be missed by many!.
Death has a way of kindling the flame of awareness within us!
Awareness of the brevity of life even if lived to a ripe old age!
Awareness of the preciousness 
of what may appear commonplace
until it is no more!

So let's linger longer

... over supper,

on garden benches

lets dance in the rain,

delight in the sunrise,

...and such, 
Before what may seem commonplace
slips from our touch

Where yester-twilight’s countryside
Was veiled with deeper blue on blue
Soft pink, the ink of morning-tide
Seeps through the heavens far and wide
To melt the mantle twixt the view
And toll the bell of life-to-do

How faithfully new morning breaks
Through bars to hold the stars at bay
While we tend to soon-morrow’s wakes
Of toil and trust’s relentless stakes
While seasons subtly ebb away
The gap twixt grace and Judgement Day

A sense of something more endears
Us to the precious peal of grace
For with life’s gathered, dwindling years
That like a little mist appears
And soon no fingertip can trace
We cherish more, the commonplace

Of smiles to wear and help to lend
Of gratitude for mercies new
While moments fall and seasons wend
Their way from beginning to end
Where, who knows who will next pass through
The veil that deepens, blue on blue

Each day on earth, a gift of grace
Time like an easel, splashed with pleas
Lord, teach us to treasure each face
Of loved ones still in our embrace
Before A Final Brushstroke frees
A Masterpiece of memories

We tread the sacred breadth of Now
Absorbed by little life-to-do
As breath-by-breath winnows the bough
Of blooms we often miss somehow
Until Death lowers blue on blue
And draws another face from view

© Janet Martin

James 4:14-15
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow.
What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Instead, you ought to say,
“If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.”

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