Sometimes a meal made of muffins and milk feels fit for
the finest of kings
And even a mess spilled midst happiness is counted ‘mongst
life’s sacred things
Sometimes the blue sky above you and I, flawless backdrop
to ‘just livin’
Makes the smallest task seem as if we were asked to work
in the foothills of Heav’n
Sometimes just to sit in the garden a bit is better than
trips abroad
To spend an hour face to face with a flow’r amazed at the
hand-work of God
For time flits by like a butterfly, like a sparkle of sunlight
on sea
And all that we hold of moment-gold molds touch-and-such
into memory
Sometimes when life’s brush is the colour of rush its
good just to pause and pray
For the one who cares for the one who bears hard illness
that won’t go away
Its good to slow down and kiss the sun-kissed crown of
little mister or miss
And recognize the precious prize unraveling in Now’s westering This
Sometimes when the swish of the millionth swing-push has
lost the thrill of the thanks
Or the millionth mile made of laundry piles makes smiles
feel like wooden planks
It’s good to recall those who sacrificed all …while we
gripe at pricey ‘stuff’
It’s good to give praise to the Giver of days kind-heaped with
more-than-enough
© Janet Martin
...while writing this poem the insurance company called to ask for pictures of
our oil tank which, if it doesn't pass the test means new furnace and
water heater ASAP, but I determine not to let it dampen spirits on such a sunny
September day! (that began with almost-frost!)
The B-r-r part of September-r-r is definitely making itself known very early!
The B-r-r part of September-r-r is definitely making itself known very early!
