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Thursday, January 26, 2023

The Wonderworld of 'Will' or The Best of 'This'

Oh, the wonders of tomorrow...
Little grand-daughter sighed with ecstasy  as she relived
 a euphoric plethora of summer memories
 while peering through winter's window...toward spring!


Tomorrow will soon be today's challenges and joys
Tomorrow will soon steal today's girls and boys
Tomorrow will change (for better or worse) what Today still is
Tomorrow is a world away; let's make the best of This



'Grandma, why did you tape the door shut?', questioned grand-daughter the other day.
"Because it's not very tight", I replied "and we need to keep the shivery wind outside!
But, one warm, wonderful sunny day Gramma will take the tape off!
We will open the door and set the rocking chair and flowers
 back on the deck and have tea out there
and read books and have campfire suppers!
 Won't that be a happy day?!!"
And grand-daughters eyes sparkled with heaven-like anticipation as she sighed,
'ye-e-eth!! and aunty Mel will be here too, right?'
' Oh, I hope so,' was all gramma could promise😅💖

I've always believed anticipation is one of life's purest pleasures,
but let's not miss what is while we dream, right?!





Someday porch flowerpots will brim with pretty petal-plumes
The wooly-white woodland will ring with reawakened tunes
The meadow will be like a green-spun picnic blanket spread
Beneath a canopy of sun-kissed blue skies overhead

The barren branch will burgeon with hues of replenished shade
The gale will gentle its halloos into a serenade
Raindrop-waltzes will wash the world and rouse earth from its sleep
And windows will not frame counterpanes unfurled, white and deep

New beginnings will flower and blossoms will deck the grass
Dreamland’s barred gate will lower and beckon us to trespass
The quiet interlude between harvest and Planting Must
Will turn into a bustling scene of machine-startled dust

The clock will feast on a buffet of quickened hour-chime
Hearthside evenings borne away until next winter-time
And we will taste spring’s cheeriness that waits within our thought
And we will wear the weariness we had somehow forgot

And we will wonder at the way each season swiftly spills
While hunger scavenges hope’s tray that each new day refills
And we will bow our head in thanks to mortal’s gracious God
Where we will soon join silenced ranks in earth’s grave-stippled sod

The wonderworld of 'will' is filled with what yet waits to be
With tears and laughter not yet spilled into a memory
But, lest we miss the best of This that will fill yesteryears
Let's make the most of what yet is before it disappears 

© Janet Martin


Genesis 3:19
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, 
until you return to the ground--because out of it were you taken. 
For dust you are, and to dust you shall return."

Eccles.12:7
Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,
 And the spirit will return to God who gave it.



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