Thank God (for things that don't grow old, or change!)

 This poem was inspired in part as I inhaled a fresh, new August morning,

and in part as I marveled at the beauty of God's eternal Word!

Thank God for things that don’t grow old, or change, as ages woo

Like August mornings drenched in gold, mantled in mist and dew

Like waves that wash the shore but cannot pass its boundary

Like innocence of babe and tot, as precious as can be

Like laughter’s medicine to lighten loads that oft press soar

Like the lure of a country back road ready to explore

Like flowers, as they bloom and fade like petal-orchestras

Like worship as we praise, He who made and keeps nature’s laws

Like mesmerizing artistry of sun and shadow play

Like unplumbed opportunity in each and every day 

Like never-too-old-to-accede-so-much-still-left-to-learn 

Like 'we are known by word and deed'; respect, something we earn,

Like trees that make us feel so small beneath lofty leaf-tents

Like the lilt of a waterfall after winter relents

Like the eternal Word of God; a Light that will not dim

Like the heart repeatedly awed by the wonders of Him

Like the peace we find as we trust in His sufficient grace

Like happiness when kindness puts a smile upon a face

Like warm welcomes of home-sweet-home’s familiarity

…the adrenaline rush of Poem possibility

Gardens to gladden common cooks, and yards where children play

Like comfort of good food and books to keep the blues at bay

Like Today, always new, rife with moments not tasted yet

A buffet heaped with much to do before life’s sun is set

Like love of family and friends to help us weather cares

Knowing, no matter what life sends, it fits into meek prayers

Like thanking God while time runs bold in what it will estrange

For many things that don’t grow old, and ages cannot change

© Janet Martin

Like flowers, as they bloom and fade like petal-orchestras...