It's not the color of the page we are handed
but the colors we put on the page that matters most!
Yesterday morning captivating heavens enraptured our gaze...
This morning snow-kissed furrows startle us beneath bleak grays
Beneath the loads we shoulder we grow older tick by tock
Where stepping stones and stumbling blocks mete choice and consequence
Where quest of best intention is but jest in idle talk
Like leaves strewn on the sidewalk without much significance
Beneath daybreak’s deployment spills time’s elemental fleet
A most momentous matter of moment-matter's Grand Prize
Clock-jewels fuel duels between triumph and defeat
The heavy heel of hunger warring with want’s starry eyes
The merchant and the miser, the businessman and the bard
Will never quite see eye to eye while vying nose to nose
For one weighs wealth with dollars, the other marvels where yard
And skies run wild with wonder. Well, we need both, I suppose
What cruelty we author when spite does not miss its mark
What masters of disaster we oft are in love’s fine art
But ah, student and Teacher meet where morning melts the dark
Creator and the creature never very far apart
Beneath the loads we shoulder we grow stronger as we age
Though first glance might presume the weathered plume is turning weak
Where limbs show wear and tear and youth’s green turns to silvered sage
The strength of gentled spirits far outshines the sleek physique
Beneath the loads we shoulder we grow older, yes we do
But pray, that in the course of steppingstones and stumbling blocks
Beneath the loads we shoulder we grow wise and kinder too
And pause to note the loveliness of leaves strewn on sidewalks
© Janet Martin
in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.
By the time this post was complete the sun transformed the view...😊
Kind of like a parable because
The Son transforms bleak lives too!!
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