Of Love's True Joy

Recovering from the bug I had last weekend has left this poet a bit beaten in mind and body

(thus a few fewer poems this week)

But not without much laughter and joy amidst love's/life's lows/ frustrations. 

Yesterday I enjoyed the company of two favorite tots. 

Here they are waiting with Auntie  for some lovin' from the oven...

a little later, when asked if it tastes yummy Grand-sonny replied rather mildly,

'um, it's okay. They're not crumbly and they are homemade'

Kids are so delightfully honest 😂

These two fill this grandma's heart with utter delight and also sometimes utter frustration. 

This morning I couldn't understand why the house was FRIGID. 

Turns out my two favorite tots turned the furnace off! 

My frustration comes from thinking they are old enough to know better! 

How often God must shake His head at us 'tots'

 who are also 'old enough to know better'

 but we are a trying lot to train. 

Love covers a multitude of sins! hallelujah!

1 Pet.4:8

Above all, love each other deeply, 

because love covers over a multitude of sins.

The heavens laugh, His autograph always a perfect work of art...

Though yearning-lorn and learning worn we rise and shine and press toward

The places where God’s graces flare in the face of love oft ignored

Kindled anew, the gold and blue of mercy’s dew anoints the hour

And overflows yon height that glows with outer fringes of His pow’r

Life’s bubble-burst is trouble-cursed; joy’s sorrow is as old as time

The grin and groan of skin and bone all part of love’s rhythm and rhyme

Its highs and lows comprise, compose the faith that grows into a seed

The goodness of God’s love enough to exceed the vortex of need

The rise and fall of beck and call would crown a hollow undertow

Where bitter-sweet litters a beat of holding on and letting go

Where ebb and flow of yes and no would fuel a futile employ

But for the One that wills the dawn and fills its fount with love’s true joy

We, weighed with care thus made for prayer are darlings of our Father’s heart

The heavens laugh, His autograph always a perfect work of art

Though scoffers scorn, He authors morn, soft, soft above sight’s fret and fuss

Fresh fathoms of goodness and love cascade from God to likes of us

© Janet Martin

Off we go on a morning full of new mercy!