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Thursday, December 1, 2022

Establishing Familiarity (in a world of change)



Happy, happy December!


...and below a few photos of inspiration for today's poem!

the joy of small child's curiosity...

(and his delight at his 'baby-in-basket'
just like yesterday's Baby-in-a-basket'💗💝)


Tried and true recipes and the surprise
Of trying something new and loving it...
(I wish I had the ingred. on hand for the mango salsa!
Some other time!

And when we wake, ah bliss, fresh-brewed coffee...

The Word of God, steadfast and absolute...


Things do not stay the way they used to be
Progress presses the old ways to adapt
And change; estranged familiarity
Can wake wishes for seasons, echo-wrapped

Thus, bidding us to seek with meeker awe
The things that are the way they used to be
The unthwartable ilk of nature’s law
The joy of small child’s curiosity

The thrill as winter-heavens spills white stars
The hope that every Christmas is about
The happiness of refilled canning jars
The yard where puppies romp and children shout

The farmer that still whistles as he works
The gardener as happy as can be
Where despite sweat and toil, Eden still lurks
In every petalled plume and bird and tree

The unrivaled wonder in new-born babe
The tiring, tender toll of parenthood
Fond memories that we would never trade
The unshakeable truth that God is good

Tried and true recipes and the surprise
Of trying something new and loving it
The art of learning, (even though time flies)
To slow our hurried steps and sit a bit 

The black and white beauty of snowy nights
The beckoning warm welcome of sweet home
The comfort of tea-book-slipper delights
The courage to bare hearts into a poem

The option to use ink, paper and pen
The sentimental sweetness in farewells
We know will turn into hello again
Either on earth or in yon citadels

The friendliness of flowers, every one
A perfectly profound intricacy
A well-earned rest by zest of labor won
And when we wake, ah bliss, fresh-brewed coffee

The Word of God, steadfast and absolute
Regardless of post-modern heresy
The evidence science cannot refute
I AM, who WAS, IS and ALWAYS WILL BE

Music, a foretaste of eternity
When worship’s melodies will never cease
The heavens declaring God’s majesty
In every wondrous welkin-masterpiece

The momentum of moments meting change
Where so much is not like it used to be
Lavishes us with what none can estrange
Establishing familiarity

© Janet Martin







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