A Page from the Lesson Book( in the School of Life)

Hello! 

First of all, I am going refer to the previous post, 

because you might be wondering if I got carried away

 by a couple of renegade bats and a mouse,

 due to a longer than normal quietness here, but no! 

those bats were caught on Thursday night after much more shrieking drama 

and a husband who came back from a road trip just in time to be the valiant hero of the hour. 

The bats were deposited outdoors before we left early on Friday morning

 for a little holiday to Lancaster Pa. and Niagara Falls. 

We returned home on Monday afternoon

 to find the mouse trap also lived up to its charge,

so here's hoping to a critter-trespassing-free week!!

On Friday I turned 58! I can hardly believe it and I am thankful

for God's grace, goodness and mercies in every year of my

continuing education in the School of Life💖

So often it seems what I once thought I learned I need to relearn

So this poem is about what I am learning rather than what I have learned...

(I'm sorry this poem was a bit like a runaway team of horses;

I had to chase after it and rein it in)

In my defense, this is almost five day's worth of pent-up poem release 😅

after admiring many horses 💖💖

A few shots from the weekend...

I'm learning, it is futile/foolish to lament the haste of Time

That every day we should embrace as 'living in our prime'

I'm learning, regret and repentance are not the same thing

To live to love is manifold and all encompassing

How the lens that we look through affects thought, then word and deed

As moments toll/roll toward a goal for deathless soul decreed   

That every day is holy ground, with so much to amaze

That happiness is found as we extinguish Want with praise

That hope without an Anchor is not really hope at all

That no matter how we progress, pride still fathers The Fall 

I'm learning love must be learned, and learned best when very young

That much is built or torn down by the timbre of the tongue 

That grief can carve a chasm only faith in God can cheer

That to exchange His Word for mine earns Consequence severe

That the enthralling thrill of the Splash swiftly disappears

But the ripple effect of it can outlast years and years

That our words are sweeter if we taste before we bite 

That licking frosting from beaters is an ageless delight 

That we cannot do everything to help our fellowman

But we can all so something, and we should, the best we can

That no one is too rich or poor to desire 'a good turn'

That we never outlive the class of 'still so much to learn'

That we will surely spoil the child if we withhold love's 'rod'

That flowers are a universal love language from God

That kindness and compassion prove the love that never fails

That laughter is good medicine for anything that ails 

That though Mother Nature and Father Time will have their say 

We are not at their mercy, but God's mercy, new each day

And though, as time goes by, we mourn the good of Good Old Days 

God's everlasting and unchanging goodness naught can faze

 

I'm learning truth speaks for itself; a Voice none dethrone 

That the noise of rebellion cannot shift The Cornerstone  

That with each generation, nothing will stay quite the same

Save this, Jesus; salvation exists through no other Name

(though some have become bold enough to boast another way

Behooving all who still believe in Him to pray and pray)

I'm learning that in spite of so much to be sad about

God overflows creation with much to be glad about 

And kindness is still like a little miracle of joy

And one of life's best gifts is still a little girl or boy

And life is like a cookie; we should savor every crumb

And Choice is like a Door always hinged to what will become

And though a good book can be good company for a while

A good book never can replace a warm handshake or smile

That Older Age reserves surprises we would never trade

For prettier disguises that will pitilessly fade 

I'm learning how to touch and taste brief sparkles from Time's Fount

While all the while revering that for which I'll give account 

And how a number cannot keep us from kicking up heels

That the fountain of youth is not in how one looks, but feels 💖 

I'm learning how the common task is not common at all

That duty is a beautiful, breathtaking bestowal 

That it is a rich blessing to be busy with demands

Lest we give place to the devil with idle mind or hands 

That we get out of life what we put in, no more, no less

That the antidote to discouragement is thankfulness

That it is no cliché; God grants much to be thankful for

"God, forgive me for the fathom of mercies I ignore' 

I'm learning that to number days with wisdom's gain and love

However old or young we are will always be enough 

I'm learning how kind and cruel unblinded love can be

How the sting I despise often refines humility 

And how these lessons equip love with a gentler reply

When in a situation when we don't see eye to eye

I'm learning in the tug of hugs as heartstrings strain and ache

No distance is quite far enough to cause heartstrings to break

I'm learning not to fret the 'druthers' while pushing the plow

That, though all dreams do not come true, the birds still sing, and how 

I'm learning, bit by bit, and prayer by prayer's imperfect plea 

 How holy is each lifetime's blip before Eternity 

...how season over season tunes ruthless relinquishments 

How reason cannot reason away harvest-recompense

How we grow too soon old and too late smart; ah, sacred sigh

That unfolds the umbrella of daybreak's marmalade sky

 I'm learning that a slice of buttered bread is luxury

And what and who we love the most is very plain to see 

And that a garden nook is pleasure at its simple best 

And that a winding brook can satisfy the Poet's quest

And that it is no use to try to slow the haste of time

But rather snare wisps of thin air to tame into a rhyme 

 

© Janet Martin

1 Tim.6:6-16

Godliness with Contentment

6Of course, godliness with contentment is great gain.

7For we brought nothing into the world, sob we cannot carry anything out of it.

8But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with these.

9Those who want to be rich, however, fall into temptation 

and become ensnared by many foolish and harmful desires

 that plunge them into ruin and destruction.

  10For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. 

By craving it, some have wandered away from the faith 

and pierced themselves with many sorrows.

Fight the Good Fight

11But you, O man of God, flee from these things 

and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, perseverance, and gentleness.

  12Fight the good fight of the faith. 

Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called 

when you made the good confession before many witnesses.

13I charge you in the presence of God, who gives life to all things, 

and of Christ Jesus, who made the good confession

 in His testimony before Pontius Pilate:

  14Keep this commandment without stain or reproach 

until the appearance of our Lord Jesus Christ,

  15which the blessed and only Sovereign One—

the King of kings and Lord of lords—

will bring about in His own time. 

16He alone is immortal and dwells in unapproachable light. 

No one has ever seen Him, nor can anyone see Him. 

To Him be honor and eternal dominion!

 Amen.