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Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Because Life's Best Things Never Change...


The innocence of tot...




The sacred charge of we
Who train their tender chain of thought
By what they hear and see...

(below, the beginning of what I hope is a long, friendly acquaintance
with gramma's fridge...😂💗)



The pleasures nature grants
Where every season-lease
Spills spectacles of birds and plants
Each its own masterpiece...



Life’s best things never change
The beauty of the earth
And sky, where the heavens proclaim
Day’s demise and rebirth

The innocence of tot
The sacred charge of we
Who train their tender chain of thought
By what they hear and see

The pleasures nature grants
Where every season-lease
Spills spectacles of birds and plants
Each its own masterpiece

A soulful melody
That strikes a chord so dear
Its fond familiarity
Evokes both smile and tear

The comfort and delight
Of squash-soup in a bowl
To satisfy the appetite
Of both body and soul

The good of lessons learned
The woods frost-kissed, or awed
Spectators with faces upturned
To feel the kiss of God

The bliss of coming home
The love of family
To share and bear the grin and groan
Of mirth and misery

Laughter, free from pizzazz 
Of vowels and consonants
But lilts and peals and sparkles as
It teaches hearts to dance

The thrill in simple things
Good books, a favorite mug
New mercy as each morning brings
God's warm handshake or hug

The gift of growing old
To taste the sweeter truth
Of joys time designs to withhold
From fairer green of youth

Moment-bubbles that break
In breathtaking surprise
A candle-spangled birthday cake
Or lake full of sunrise

The possibilities
Where ingredients start
To tickle taste-bud fantasies
With culinary art  

God’s word, infallible
Unswayed by vain dispute
No mortal verdict can annul
His Sovereign Absolute

Though seasons/eons may estrange
So much that cannot stay
Because life’s best things never change
We will not lose our way

…supper table to set
Dusk’s shadow-hallowed death
Hellos to kindle wicks not yet
Snuffed by farewell’s last breath

© Janet Martin


The possibilities
Where ingredients start
To tickle taste-bud fantasies
With culinary art 


 The comfort and delight
Of squash-soup in a bowl
To satisfy the appetite
Of both body and soul





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