We wrap our arms around the fleeting charms of precious girl and boy...
(the first line of this poem was inspired by Eager Little Girl
in the top left corner of the photo-collage)
in the top left corner of the photo-collage)
We press our eager faces to the places we caress with joy
We wrap our arms around the fleeting charms of precious
girl and boy
We vow to keep within our hearts a fragment of the art
that spills
In seasoned form; the flower-storm of hymns unfurled in flawless
frills
But even as we feel fond measures fade on fingertips and lips
Another comes to steal our gaze and amaze us with
fellowships
Of love in all its sundry ways; where joy is not at loss
for long
Because God tunes the harp that plays the prelude to His
perfect song
The enemy of hopes and dreams schemes but can never
thwart the Hand
That touches strings that heed the Maestro always in
complete command
Then when love breaks our hearts and souls smart with the
bitter sting of grief
The Gilead of woods and gardens showcases God in a leaf
Where, as we take a close-up look at minstrels in earth’s
orchestra
Wonder overflows hunger’s cup and fills would-be despair
with awe
Then we acquainted with love’s cares feel like a flower’s
next of kin
As balm of bloom sings like a lark and keeps the dark
from closing in
© Janet Martin
...and so it begins; that next-of-kin feeling flowers give us!
Next-of-kin with much we can learn from them!
Next-of-kin with much we can learn from them!
They are not prejudiced
or anxious.
or anxious.
They never compare themselves to a fellow-lily.
They simply bloom where they are planted
and give God the glory!
Praying we can all, in troubled times, and disappointment, cling to the ageold message
of the verses below with humble hearts of faith...
Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
Consider how the lilies of the field grow: They do not labor or spin.
29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these.
30If
that is how God clothes the grass of the field,
which is here today and
tomorrow is thrown into the furnace,
will He not much more clothe you, O
you of little faith?
Matt. 6:27-30
