World-full-o'

The pleasure of the win...

The swirl and twirl with youth...

The sparkle of the child

The wizened crown of years...

The silence more pronounced

In woodland's leafless tolls

The pleasure of the win

 The sting of defeat's blow

The sense of springtime waltzing in

On a world full of snow

The swirl and twirl with youth

That ruthless hands estrange

The resolute bulwark of truth

In a world full of change

The sparkle of a child

The wizened crown of years

The laughter when sheer joy runs wild

In a world full of tears

Love's proof by how we live

Where so much is at stake

The kind and tender touch of 'give'

In a world full of  'take'

The secret second mile

The mother's earnest prayer 

The sunshine of a simple smile

In a world full of care

The season swiftly spent

The scarred, prayer-pounded Gate

Hearts, hounded with longing’s lament

In a world full of ‘wait’

The silence more pronounced

In woodland’s leafless tolls

Or where death steps in unannounced

In a world full of souls

The ‘nope’ of dreamer’s/pray-er's rue

The ‘dead seed’ in the sod

The hope that nothing can undo

In a world full of God

© Janet Martin

Very truly I tell you, 

unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, 

it remains only a single seed. 

But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

 John 12:24