Sacred Spree

Don't you find the older we get the more we realize each birthday is a gift.

Celebrating 56 years of God's goodness today💝

Yesterday my sister Lucy took this photo...

(a little pre-birthday outing with one of our daughters and her children;

her birthday is tomorrow!)

We dropped in to see the sheep someone is boarding at their place...

Oh!!! they are so cute and comical!

The older we get the more we cherish life's simplest pleasures...

(below; a few recent priceless pleasures)

(above) Making Rhubarb Squares😋

As days to years amass

As they pass through our skin

We sense in us an hour glass

Of sparkles growing thin

And though we cannot see

How many glints remain

We know that soon eternity

Will make the hidden plain

When dust to dust returns

And the Soul back to God

When Choice its last consequence earns

Beyond time’s frond of sod

…but for now, we are here

How sacred is this spree

Where life and love endow each year

With opportunity

Where, by the grace of God

We do not need to dread

The highs and lows we yet must trod

In the veiled road ahead

Then, with courage renewed

By mercy’s kind bequest

May humble, holy gratitude

Equip us for the rest/test

This transient tapestry

This season-metered flit

Is but a blip before we see

The other side of it

This bit of groan and grin

This prelude to the whole

This hourglass beneath our skin

Dwindles to Deathless Soul

Where ere one moment spilled

God numbered all the strands

Needed to weave each life He willed

Back to the Giver’s hands

© Janet Martin

Teach us to number our days, 

that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12

...redeeming the time, because the days are evil

Ephesians 5:16