Lest I Miss Out...

 It was a late-getting-dishes-done evening after what I originally thought was going to be a long-walk-at sunset-evening. 

Instead, a long phone-call, Victoria sick, Matt home late and lingering, unusually chatty during his kept-warm-in-the-oven-til-he-got-home supper, back to comfort daughter who just threw up...and so on:)

Still, I wouldn't trade this evening(except Victoria being sick, of course!) for all the sunset walks in the world...

Lest I should grow immune somehow

To blessings of love’s common spoil

And I should count for nought the Now

That fills my hands with humble toil

Lest I should look across the way

And pine for that which cannot be

And miss the lovely little day

That God placed right in front of me

Lest I forget my have-and-hold

And become bold enough to fret

For someone else’s moment-gold

While treasure spills unnumbered yet

Lest I should overlook love’s prize

Wrapped in life’s simple and mundane

I pray thee Lord, open my eyes

For today will not pass again

© Janet Martin

Considering Future Heirs...

We are heirs of those

Who left behind for us

The aftermath of what they chose

Therefore it begs us thus

…to consider with care

The aftermath we choose

For every precious, future heir

That soon will fill our shoes

© Janet Martin

Most-welcomed Harbingers

Is there any face friendlier than those first flower-grins?!

Crocus, violet, pansy, oh,

Daffodil-strewn glade

Purple-yellow harbingers

Leading spring's parade

Of all earth’s countless, bount’ous blooms

Are any sweeter found

Than those first gold and purple plumes

Breaking dormant ground?

…for when their first, fair grins we ken

Hearts sing loud with glad praise

As winter yields to spring again

Then sweet, sweet summer days

© Janet Martin

Woven Need

We are woven Need

Need to breathe, need to eat, need to love,

Need to pray, need to trust the Provider
Which these Need-creatures wove

© Janet Martin

Not Easier But Better...

Those days were no easier but oh, they were better! 

These days gone as well;-))

Writer's Digest PAD Challenge day 27: For today’s prompt, write a take off poem.

What lovely days back then

When business-worlds shut down

One day a week and everyone

Stayed out of stores in town

To sit upon a porch

On Sunday afternoon

Or stroll with family among

Spring’s forget-me-not bloom

What lovely days they were

One day a week for prayer

To worship the Creator

For the blessing of His care

To pause from toil’s demand

To picnic with a book

To linger in the hammock

Or to dally by the brook

...and on each Sunday morn

The steeple bells would toll

And worshipers would gather

 To consider God and soul

Awed by the sacred size

Of man's few days on earth

When that which never dies

Reveals its sacred worth

No expectation wore

The work-a-day man cold

With seven-day appointments

For a boss thirsty for gold

...because one day a week

The work-world took a break

What lovely days they were

Lost for a dollar’s sake

© Janet Martin