Making the Most of The Little...

So much living...so little life!

Cherish the Now while it runs rife 

Lest in the quest of Better, my dear

We miss the best of life;
Now and Here!

Gorgeous Saturday here!

By God's grace let's fills our space with joy...

The first week of April has been a bit of a beautiful blur...

You will leave

Love takes no holiday

And I could grieve

This Now that slips away

But not today

Lest, as I stare

I miss your kiss, my dear

Deaf to the air

That sings with Now and Here

…they disappear

And who of us,

No matter how we try

With fret and fuss

Can refurbish the sky

With ‘Now’ passed by?

Thus, if I grieve

Ah, may it simply be

A brief reprieve

To dance with the memory

Of you with me

© Janet Martin

Wealth of Wonder

 It's a wet, wet Waking this morning...and icy! Be careful, drivers and walkers. I landed on my 'sitter' before I knew what happened, while pushing, (not carrying) the blue-bins full of recycling to the end of the driveway for pick-up!

Wealth of wonder waiting

Wakes the world with dawn

Moments compensating

For moments bygone

Morning is a candle

Soon and softly snuffed

By the ready ramble

Of hours lived-loved

Wise, the one who reckons

Now is Being’s prime

Wealth of wonder beckons

From a grace called Time

We are always leaving

Yesterday behind

Wealth of wonder weaving

Worlds within the mind

Awesome undertaking

Time’s moment-ous flit

Wealth of wonder waking

What remains of it

© Janet Martin

I'm torn between 'well of wonder' and 'wealth of wonder'...
Wonder is wealth and wonder is a deep, deep well!
So, you may choose the imagery that best works for you...
drawing from its well or wondering at its poor-man's-wealth!

That Which We Have...

 When I'm holding this 6-day old lad I wish for nothing more:)

Often, though glad with what we have

We might still pause to wish a bit

And then forget that which we have

And thus neglect to cherish it

Time’s hand fills both cradle and grave

Now is the slave to memory

Lord, remind us that which we have

Will soon fade to what used to be

© Janet Martin

How About Now?

Click on collage, then right-click on view image to enlarge and re-live the memories:)

Looking back for all its lessons

Cannot, will not alter Now

Live and learning’s effervescence

Runs through Present's curtsy-bow

Wish and wanting does no planting

Looking does not push the plow

We can only work, my darling

With all we ever have; Now

Time, for all our bellyaching

Balances its Where-When-How

Always giving, with its taking

A new and unbroken Now

© Janet Martin

...so dear Bluejays, though Now may seem bittersweet we say Thank-you!
 for giving us post-season pleasure two years in a row.
What fun it was!
See you in the spring.

Dead End Day-dreams or Living The Dream

PAD Challenge Day 30: last day:(
For today’s prompt, write a dead end poem.. Take the phrase “dead end” and apply it to a noun,.

 Quote from a book pictured below...

They fill my head with visions of far fairer days to come

When I am not so busy with debt-dictated demands 

But after contemplation Methinks dreams are but the sum

Of common hope, and love the fire that fuels life's dreamlands

We never dream of loneliness or days when we are frail

And far too old to climb the hill of wild-bloom haply flung

And I have learned through tears well-earned, how dear this moment-grail

...how 'tis The Dream, not Destiny that keeps the spirit young

These are life's darling days, my dear, the dream, its serenade

We dance, not on yon cloud but on two feet if we are blessed

And I would like to dream, when day is done that we have made

A memory that we recall with tender happiness

Daydreams drive us toward an end we try to fantasize

Where shadow figurines, like strangers are kinder somehow

But circumstance alters the trance of Yonder-paradise

Thus we never secure the key to it because of Now

 

© Janet Martin

 

Done With Guesses

Inspired by this post

Caught in between the old and new

…the done and what remains to do

Here, on Time’s forward avenue

Each one of us exists

Not by some feckless ordinance

Nor by mere hapless circumstance

But by the grace of second chance

That God with dawn untwists

The laws of night to day unfold

In dark to light, in gray and gold

And soon we learn what we were told

Was, is and will be so

That Time is but a tiny poof

Rushing through living’s little proof

It melts like frost upon a roof

A mystic ebb and flow

For in its onward, forward rush

With every bravo, tug and push

Its ilk recedes; the solemn hush

Of ‘Time Enough’ impends

And while its grin and sorrow drains

Into tomorrow’s sun and rains

It ebbs toward what Death unchains

Where nothing ever ends

Within the grave none can compete

Nor rival where all mortals meet

Time’s deadline; victory and defeat

Not that of flesh and blood

But of the soul; oh, who can tell

The joy of heav’n, horror of hell

We stand where grace still tolls time’s bell

And our forefathers stood

…caught in between the old and new

Where we have much we ought to do

Before we bid this Now adieu

Exchanging breath-by-breath

 And step-by-step and wake and sleep

And this which nobody can keep

For that which opens up the deep

Unveiled at last, in death

© Janet Martin

In the book Emily's Quest her beloved teacher/friend, Mr. Carpenter dies.
"Just, think, Emily, in a few minutes I will be wiser than anyone living," He says on his deathbed, "always wanted to know- to know.
 Done with guesses.