Last night, due to fog etc. the older half of our small group
was unable to be present and I was the only oldie,
(because the host home was two minutes from my home...)
I listened to young parents as they shared delights and challenges of
babies and tots.
Sometimes, youth in its 'youthful loveliness' can make more weathered relics
hanker for days, long spent and much forgotten,
until my 'leveler head' prevails 😅
Sometimes I hunger deeply for life before the loss of loved ones
altered it eternally.
Sometimes that longing serves as a wake-up call to
redeem my time wisely rather than in foolish, futile lament. 💔
This was the Lord’s doing;
It is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day the Lord has made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it
Ps.118:23-24
Don't wait until tomorrow to smell today's roses...
Sometimes, in foolish moments I hanker for days gone by
Where common scenes have softened until only love remains
Where lessons I once rued while youth unfurled its butterfly
Have settled like gold-dust in the wake of love's growing pains
And then I am content; futile, longing's lament because
Want wishes for a star-glossed world that never really was
Sometimes, in foolish moments I am tempted to appeal
To once upon gone-good-old-days for laughter's freer vim
Until I turn to gaze at faces, kissable and real
Warm with the precious company of darling Her and Him
And then I am content with blessings too profuse to tell
Sensing a sacred cadence tuning hello with farewell
Sometimes in foolish moments I am blinded by a view
Surreal and sentimental, gleaming in yesterday's sun
Where time's redeeming brush has smoothed what once was troubled too
Where, rather than battlefields, a masterpiece has begun
And then I am content to relinquish Want's wanderlust
God keeps the Part that matters; all else is but dust to dust
Sometimes, in wiser moments I am able to discern
The hues between the views that else would gleam in flawless poise
I feel the faded sting of lessons we must live to learn
And even if I could I would not resurrect spent joys
Content to be content though grief seasons the heart with scars
It grounds and guards love's feet from wand'ring lost, among the stars
© Janet Martin
I found this poem-gem in a book
I picked up the other day from our local thrift/treasure store
