Ps.19:14
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart,
be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
Christmas season stirs reflection.
As I reflect on another year where sorrow and joy
clashed, again and again, the word 'bittersweet'
seems to have taken a deeper, more sacred root in the soil
of hope,
and gratitude!
Before it is too late to say
'I love you' by our words and deeds
Let's take a fresh look at today
And make the most of moment-seeds...
Moment-seeds may appear as commonplace
as shoveling snow
or loads of laundry,
but as we take a closer look at the
'who' and the 'why' of them
they steal our breath!!
With changes that each year unfolds
Where birth and death's charges compete
Love and longing's uncharted holds
Compose a ballad, bittersweet
Between a world of yesterdays
And morrows, life's moments untwist
In sunshine golds and storm cloud grays
Years melt away like morning mist
...while making us more humble stewards
Of Today's gardens-vineyards-fields
To gather love's grains, grapes and gourds
With gratitude for what soon yields
...to scenes of once-upon-today
The heart, a gallery that gleams
With buds that bloom and fall away
Like petal-fray on rushing streams
...pushed by relentless winds of change
Where hold and letting go compete
In tangos of embrace-estrange
To time's bold ballad, bittersweet
Before it is too late to say
'I love you' by our words and deeds
Let's take a fresh look at today
And make the most of moment-seeds
...so when the bud unfolds to bloom
Upon the tomb of yesteryears
The bitter-sweetness of its plume
Will stir a hymn of smiles and tears
Janet Martin
