Each day unfurls its lease of life
Glad laughter swirls with sorrow’s tears
To follow footsteps that run rife
Across a world of yesteryears...
'Maybe I'm living in the past', I commented to my daughter
as I scanned grocery-flyers, searching for what seem to be
sale-prices of a bygone era.
We all know we cannot live in the past;
each day is its own Present Newness
never to return!
Each day is charged with what yet waits
To tune replies with grin-and-groan
To fulfill that which orchestrates
Both stumbling-block and stepping-stone
Each day unfurls its lease of life
Glad laughter swirls with sorrow’s tears
Then follows footsteps that run rife
Across a world of yesteryears
Each day is primed with Time’s decrease
Four-season circuits ebb and flow
Hello-farewell, embrace-release
Heart-pieces scatter as we go
No matter how common or grand
Each day is never commonplace
For it is a gift from God’s hand
A loving masterpiece of grace
© Janet Martin
Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
His loving devotion endures forever.
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