(Not) Changing the World

We may not, in the grand scheme of things, change the world

but we can certainly do our bit!

 A reverence for angels that are growing up too fast...

An eye to see the beauty in each season’s works of art...

A note of thankfulness, even when the song is off-key

A traveling companion with a heart of sympathy

A word of consolation and a patient ear to hear

An air of celebration no matter the time of year

Because, though we may never change the world, we can begin

To make it a bit better in the corner we are in

A love for one another that makes every day worthwhile

A joy that comes from blessings like a home, a hug, a smile

A cup of tea with you and me, awareness of a page

We fill with today’s memories, no matter our age

An eye to see the beauty in each season’s works of art

Where though we may not change the world, we may cheer/change a small part

A reverence for angels that are growing up too fast

A prayer for grace and guidance as we face what soon is past

A sweeter disposition as the days to years run rife

A deep appreciation for the simple things in life

Where, though we may not change the world with our rhythm and rhyme

We can gladden the place we are, one kindness at a time

Awe, as we consider the birds and learn what they would teach

Hope, as we trust God’s outstretched hand, always within our reach

Humility as we become older and pray, more wise

And soften our answers, often much to our surprise

Because we realize, although we may not change the world

Right where we are, we can add to its loveliness unfurled

Endeavoring to grumble less and sing a little more

And savoring soul-happiness, like wreaths on a front door

And wondering at wonders that never cease to amaze

Where earth and heavens thunder with a smorgasbord of ways

To author praise and turn a meeker gaze to fellowman

Where though we may not change the world, we can change what we can

© Janet Martin

Awe, as we consider the birds...