So Begins Another Day

This little guy prefers sleeping to eating making for a fretting frazzled mommy!
Much patience-training already for new mommy and daddy...

Tip-toes touch down on time’s runway

And so begins another day

Labor lends its incumbent quest

We, still by Adam’s curse, most blest

Both friend and foe of woe and cheer

We don day’s ‘go’ of laughter-tear

The imminence of what will be

Only the eyes of God can see

We would be sore afraid in thought

Dawn’s Door, a gate to we-know-not

With trembling mustard-seed-size faith

We trust the Lord who heeds each breath

Futile to fret for what is past

While dawn begets hope’s new-day cast

We reach to touch the Giver’s hand

…so much we do not understand

I have heard people, two-feet shod

Declare they live but don’t need God

While lungs are filled with new-morn air

And they inhale grace unaware

We, poor creatures of needy noise

Dependent all, earth’s girls and boys

We gulp time’s gifted grant…Love grins

While mercy-fruit drips from our chins

© Janet Martin

 Sometimes I find the hardest move I make all day is the one where I swing my legs over the side of a comfy, cozy bed and move to the upright position! Once my feet are on the floor I no longer want to sleep but oh, the oomph to get them there!
...and so begins another day
Who knows what will be but these...Goodness and mercy for our needs

Somewhere Summer

Somewhere dewy daybreak blushes

Spills to gardens rainbow-spun

Somewhere velvet vesper hushes

Barefoot banter, sleepy sun

Somewhere hills are decked with daisy

Woodlands sire wanderlust

Somewhere afternoon wilts, hazy

Glazed with silt of harvest-dust

Somewhere raindrops melt in mirrors

Luring lads to more than look

Somewhere green is earth's prime color

Sculpts the bank that cups the brook

Somewhere destiny delivers

Somewhere blossom-beauty grins

Somewhere midnight’s homage quivers

From mist-silver violins

Somewhere boyish breezes murmur

Turquoise sea-song strums white sand

Somewhere, somewhere soul-sweet summer

Deftly drains time’s dextrous hand

Winter wails but not forever

Day by day its gales unchain

Fond fairways for sweet, sweet summer

To find Her way here again

© Janet Martin

Time's Common Ground

What's the weather like where you are?

Here it is as gray as gray can be, but at least not as icy as yesterday!

While I sat in a waiting room yesterday for over an hour I realized two things everyone can talk about even if we've never met...weather and children (the waiting spiced up by many babies/children, bringing a smile to every face) 

That's the gold in life no matter the weather so let's smile. 

It makes dull places sunny in spite of the weather!

We share common weather

We trod common dirt

No one is too grand for

Life’s hardship and hurt

We cup common sorrow

Cherish common joy

The tasks of tomorrow

No one can employ

Time’s common appointments

Of birthdays and such

Reminds us that no one

Is above time’s touch

We share common Present

All, commonly crowned

With tick-by-tock essence

Of time’s common ground

…but what we do with Time

Ah, therein is the gap

Some savor it, climb it

While others just nap

© Janet Martin

Moderation...Except For One Thing

Live to enjoy a little of a lot!

Moderation,

We must confess,

Is the key to health

And happiness

We are creatures

Born to need

Over-indulgence

Is foolishness and greed

Extreme moderation

Even this cannot be

 Enough, but not too much

Makes the best you and me

So, we should live moderately

Except for one thing

Let’s all be guilty of

Extreme loving

© Janet Martin