Monday, May 9, 2022

Wonder-joy or Joy-wonder...

This poem was sparked by the caption above the first photo from Saturday's post.

Thank God for joy's wonder in life's changeless things
like laughter and love as a child's childhood wings...

(*grandkiddos tucked in with 'great-gramma quilts'
Quilts/comforters made by my mom)
They both graduated to bigger beds and new blankets last week because
we are waiting for new sibling to arrive!!!



This poem is a thankful medley of corralled recent joys...

Thank God for joy's wonder in life's changeless things
Like love’s many splendors as Child's childhood wings
...like bedtime sunshine from radiant smiles spilt
As youngsters are tucked beneath *'great-gramma-quilts'/warm handmade quilts
For four-season favour’s tender metaphors
For sweet satisfaction from completed chores
For spring gardens not pestilence-riddled yet
For doors flung and fettered by sunrise and set
For floors freshly polished with pastures of green
For hello, farewell and love’s points in between
For each ‘what’s for supper’s’ God-granted reply
From panful to plateful to stomach-full sigh
For hugs, hearty handshakes and ‘long-time-no-sees’
That turn, in a twinkle, to fond memories
For mischievous puppies and children to scold
For babies and bouquets and bushels to hold
For tables to gather around, for a chair
High on a hilltop, with wind tousling our hair
For spring birds returning after winter spent
For blue heavens crowning earth’s dust-covenant
Of seedtime and harvest, cold, heat, night and day
For brook-song that sparkles on its merry away
For each friendly flower that brightens life’s path
Through trouble’s dark hour and its aftermath
For gratitude deepened because of a Cross
For thankfulness sweetened not by gain, but loss
For courage refurbished by kind word or smile
For laughter to lighten the weight/wait of The While
For wishes recanted that never came true
Where God’s mercy granted a wiser ‘thank-you’
For holy appointments like ‘right here, right now’
Of ‘nose to the grindstone’ and ‘hand to the plow’
For life’s simple bests that money cannot buy
…cloud-frigates a-float in an ocean of sky
Orchard-wicks rekindled with pink blossom-frill
Final flurries swindled of bluster and chill
For pleasures made possible because of ink
Like poetry-treasures and good books to drink
Like lingering over a page-stunning tableau
Mesmerized by the sheer surprise of the show
Like finding a friend when we least expect it
So, then we just sit and enjoy for a bit
Before paper-thin farewells, page-turned appease
Dictional echoes and deferred fantasies
As we turn to tangible matters of fact
Like laundry-mountains and dirty dishes stacked
Like love-letters penned by those still near and dear
We thank God for joy’s wonders right now, right here

© Janet Martin

For pleasures made possible because of ink
Like poetry-treasures and good books to drink
Like lingering over a page-stunning tableau...


For spring birds returning after winter spent...

For blue heavens crowning earth’s dust-covenant
Of seedtime and harvest, cold, heat, night and day...



2 comments:

  1. What little sweethearts in those beds under those wonderful quilts. And I loved the peek into the book you are reading -- I would be underlining those great lines too. I'm off to find a copy - I must have one. I do like Thomas Merton's writing.

    Thanks for your lovely post, Janet. xo

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    1. You won't be disappointed if you purchase this book! I am reading it in bite-size/delight size pieces...so its joy lingers! And those sweethearts under the quilts are the joy of my life!

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!