For Fence-Crowders

I'm trying to keep 'my eye on the furrow 

and my hand on the plow'

but wow, not an easy task 

while poem-breakers surge 

 where leaf ballerinas twirl 

and wanna-be-ballads waltz !

Sometimes duty feels like a fence

Where obligation bars

The gate between toil's diligence

And pastures full of stars

Sometimes responsibility

And ballad-bearers clash

As seasons throb with poetry

Where hands of time are brash

But in a world so full of ways

To amaze and enthrall

It is enough to sing the praise

Of He who authors all

And should a breath or two perchance

Be wrangled into word

Pray it will stir the heart to dance

In worship to our Lord

Then, though duty does not resign

Where obligation bars

The gate, may thankfulness outshine

Yon pasture full of stars

Because the One so full of love

Where hope and mercy brim

Will overflow joy's treasure-trove

With the wonder of Him

© Janet Martin

Isa.25:1

O LORD, You are my God. I will exalt You,

 I will praise Your name,

 For You have done wonderful things;

 Your counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

How Great Thou Art