Moments Are Such Momentous Spheres...

It seems like a flicker; of moments that composed three decades 💖

We celebrated our second daughter's 30th birthday yesterday.

A little late, like most of our birthday celebrations this year!

Happy 30th Birthday, Melissa

Moments spill-sparkle from a fount

We cannot visualize

Like stars too copious to count

They glint in loved one’s eyes...

there's someone 'hidden' in the above photo...guess who??

clue in the photo below 😂😂

We missed Victoria who was enjoying a camping weekend with friends💛 

Moments are such momentous spheres

Erecting in their wake

An ever/echo-world of smiles and tears

From loving’s give and take

And, looking back from where we stand

They steal our breath a bit

For, one moment may not seem grand

But together they fit

To fill a frame shaped like a heart

Into a stunning work of art

Moments make people grin and groan

While winnowing life’s flow’r

Soul’s promenade of skin and bone

Time’s sweep of sun and show’r

Melding the pigment of today

With pictures of the past

Ah, soon the place where children play

Seems like a shadow, cast

Across a sense of rooms bereft

Of laughter after guests have left

Moments spill-sparkle from a fount

We cannot visualize

Like stars too copious to count

They glint in loved one’s eyes

They melt, like snowflakes on our tongue

They drive the dreams of youth

Then startle us, so briefly young

With time’s incumbent truth

And as we gaze at their return

They blaze trails of still much-to-learn

…like never passing up the chance

To live love’s masterpiece

Like cherishing the charge God grants

In each momentous lease

Aware of the fleet nature of

Gain and loss synchronized

As moments fill a phantom trove

With treasure barely prized

Before it bore bittersweet awe

For love and life’s momentous law

My dear, before Time disappears

Let’s make the most of love

Moments are such momentous spheres

Quite large and small enough

To unfold opportunity

And mold and hold reply

No matter what the case may be

Moments slip subtly by

Erecting an eternal wake

Of love’s momentous give and take

Futile to entertain regret

My dear, new day is born

A maelstrom of momentous ‘yet’

Dazzles the dewy morn

Crowning the mist of moments spent

With dawn’s redeeming spree

And fresh meter of moments lent

To compose history

Let’s strive to honor He who grants

Today’s moment-ous song and dance

© Janet Martin

Futile to entertain regret

My dear, new day is born

A maelstrom of momentous ‘yet’

Dazzles the dewy morn...

Lam.3:22-33

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,

for his compassions never fail.

23 They are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

24 I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;

therefore I will wait for him.”

25 The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,

to the one who seeks him;

26 it is good to wait quietly

for the salvation of the Lord.

27 It is good for a man to bear the yoke

while he is young.

28 Let him sit alone in silence,

for the Lord has laid it on him.

29 Let him bury his face in the dust—

there may yet be hope.

30 Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him,

and let him be filled with disgrace.

31 For no one is cast off

by the Lord forever.

32 Though he brings grief, he will show compassion,

so great is his unfailing love.

33 For he does not willingly bring affliction

or grief to anyone...