This poem was written as a Motivational speech to Self;
as I pondered/prayed for this day the Lord has made to rejoice and be glad in it!
(yes, though it is sky-wide gray, The Unknown juxtaposed with work-a-day-worn-routine
and very sweet youngsters who don't mind a bit to test patience and wills as well 😉)
Winter days are perfect for extra kitchen 'play-time'
Life’s daily grind of ties that bind the workman to the plow
Is so designed for us to find its happiness somehow
There is no pie up in the sky, only the push and tug
Of heave-heave-ho, of hold-let go, of slip-trip, kiss and
hug
Ah, days are bold, soft they unfold before our very eyes
The commonness of live-laugh-love can take us by surprise
Where hope and prayer, joy and despair, delights and vexes
we
Who touch our feet upon a street hinged to eternity
Purpose and plan twixt God and man can be a wrestling
match
Reason, though kind is often blind to Mercy’s tender
catch
While seasons surge then mutely merge with moments once we had
Each morning grants a whole new chance to rejoice and
be glad
Where Past expands as hearts and hands sample the sands
of time
As live and learn and give and yearn compose the stairs
we climb
Where bless and curse, for better-worse its tests and
quests unwind
Where thankfulness finds happiness within life’s daily
grind
© Janet Martin
(no pie in the sky but a pizza-pie on the table is sure to please:)
