Nov. .PAD Challenge Day 7. For today's prompt, write an adaptation poem.
(This challenge completely slipped my mind this year, until this weekend!)
Happy Monday!
Here's to another page in life's compilation of adaptation,
(a work in constant progress)
We live in a world of whether-change!
Some whethers are like warm and friendly hosts,
others like unwelcome guests!
Forge on, my friend, by the grace of God
He crowns the broken with His beauty!
(like last night's sunset!)
.JPG)
.JPG)
.JPG)
.JPG)
To days gone by none can return
Nor ask for a preview
Of adaptations yet to learn
Where days to years run through
...a flue of love and life run rife
With hellos and goodbyes
No fitting rooms to choose its strife
Or try it on for size
...where it has always been like this
As days to years run through
We learn to adapt to what is
What more, pray, can we do?
...but make the best of what we hold
Lest, in lament we miss
The treasure made of moment-gold
The pleasure in the kiss
The melody twixt Yet and Was
Of holding and release
As Adaptations of Because
Create a masterpiece
While a medley of revisions
With days to years comprise
Adaptation's compilations
Of growing old and wise
The vanity of This and That
Soon slip-slip-slips away
Yet always a fresh welcome mat
Meets us at break of day
..and bids us up and onward through
Adaptation's bequest
While softly days to years undo
The buttons on Soul's vest
With fingers deft and dogged, oh
And whispers that beguile
Beseeching farewells with hello
And teaching tears to smile
Janet Martin
Bless the LORD, O my soul!
O LORD my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with splendor and majesty.
2He wraps Himself in light as with a garment;
He stretches out the heavens like a tent,
3laying the beams of His chambers
in the waters above,
making the clouds His chariot,
walking on the wings of the wind...
Psalm 104:1-3
I have come to really appreciate and be grateful for the ability to edit any draft I'm working on. The first go around is often the rough pouring out of vague thoughts and struggling emotion, and it's hard to make our words express exactly what we want in the heat of the moment. But the edit mode gives us a second chance, a chance to adapt and to recreate something from the rough into the lovely. There are times when I wish there was an edit button in real life - where we could tweak the roughness of our vague thoughts, tossed words, and mangled choices so they come forth more thoughtful and kinder before we send them into the world.
ReplyDeleteMaybe that's why He invites us to be in his presence in the early hours of a new day. He gently blows away the chaff, and perhaps the draft then isn't quite so rough when we go out into our day.
Janet, your beautiful photos and poem makes me think of that today. Brenda xo
Dear, sweet and wise friend! <3 What a beautiful view on the challenge of adapting! thank-you for blessing all who stop by this 'porch' with this gem of wisdom and humility! So true. and on that note, thank-you dear Lord, for the chaff your breath of mercy blows away as we face the draft and permanent copy of today!
Delete