Of Original, Age-old Hymns (or Bloom of Hymns)

Happy, Happy October!

Today's hymns have never been heard before

in this new day the Lord has made,

and yet, they are as old as Time!

Come, let us adore Him

Let's rejoice and be glad!

For soon the hymn that spills the hour

will fade like petals from the flower

Oh, what a pity if we miss

The bloom of hymns that Today Is!

We celebrated the last supper of September 2022

with quickly dwindling garden-fare

Fresh garden-slaw with stuffed red peppers!

Then, though this was all I could see of the spectacular sunset

it was enough.

 September's Last Love Song...

This is the (first October 2022) day the Lord has made

We will rejoice and be glad in it.

Psalm 118:24

The earth is like a fount that brims

With woodland, field and garden hymns

The Author of its melodies

Instills His praise in hills and trees/ (and skies and seas)

In notes that dazzle through the dell

Where, not by chance, Darling Brook fell

To draw us from the pressing gait

Of hurried traffic, always late

To theaters with grassy banks

Where we may pause in humbled thanks

To He who does not cease to write

Masterpieces of sheer delight

Woven through thorns that hold the rose

To soothe the wounds that thorn bestows

And heal the hunger of the heart

With songs that nature’s throngs impart

Until we too lift our voice

Reminded simply to rejoice

In this, ‘the day the Lord has made’

The glory of His love displayed

As mercy fills the fount that brims

With original, age-old hymns

© Janet Martin

I wanted to meander home from a few errands yesterday

until aghast, I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see a line of traffic piled up behind me...

The hill and curve thoroughfare, woven enchantingly through first-autumn vistas, 

made it impossible to pass😅😜

Oops! I was both apologetic and vexed!

I guess that's what back roads are for 

but then we end up with a dirty vehicle

and vexed Hubby!

Reminds me of last weekend when Father asked Daughter how

she could get such a dirty car when all the roads from point A to Be are paved!!

'Well,', confessed Daughter, 'I took a different way,

 Because the sideroad looked so pretty!'

Her father chided. Vexed!

Her mother beamed with pride

(For) what are a few mud-flecks compared

To dirt-road countryside! 💓😍😅

This Is the Day- CityAlight