A Collection of Conclusions...

My apologies to early readers.I didn't get a chance to proof read when I posted it this morningIt's quite a process really, the polishing of a poemand granddaughter arrived just as I hit 'post'...So to all the head-scratching as you tried to make sense of it all, thank-you!!😀 Today I turn 57! What??!! Already?! 😂💗🙏 I enjoyed the pleasure of this line in today's poem, yesterday💝'A cuppa-tea is priceless when it comes with friends besides' (...and to each friend on these photos, I am asking forgiveness instead of permission😅)(a very special day. thank-you!💗) I’ve come to the conclusion as the years accumulateAnd we collect past’s landscapes in the hollow of the heartThat each day is fresh-laden with mercies to celebrateWhere we are always in the midst of love’s fresh works of artAnd always, by God’s grace placed where He fits us for the part I’ve come to the conclusion, contemplating life’s returnThat being kind and patient is the best that we can doFor we all share in common the hurdles of live-and-learnAnd we all need a helping hand to see us gently throughWhere life’s fumbles and stumbles serve to humble me and you I’ve come to the conclusion in the rise and fall of daysTo dwell on grand illusions of happiness is to missThe music of a very present harmony/melody that playsWhere voices touch and fade, where hellos harbour farewell’s kissWhere none of us can keep for long the song simply called This I’ve come to the conclusion as seasons cartwheel through clocksThat we cannot afford to waste the touch-and-taste time grantsWhere the voice that speaks clearest is spoken in how one walksWhere every day runs rife with mercy’s Here’s-a-brand-new-chanceTo love; now is that not enough to make us sing and dance I’ve come to the conclusion that, for all that money buysThe way we expend moments is of greater benefitA cuppa-tea is priceless when it comes with friends besidesAnd flowers brought to bedsides bloom best if we sit a bitI’ve come to the conclusion life is what we make of it We must choose joy or despair will crush us; we must choose hopeWe must be willing to be willing to take change-of-plan-detoursAnd dream with meek awareness that God ordains yes and nopeAnd pay holy attention to the harvest death secures(for everyone will meet He whose justice and love endures) I’ve come to the conclusion that the tighter that we clingTo what no one can keep, is a futile struggle indeedBut rather every morning at God’s bedside knee, first bringLife’s praise and sorrows to Him; there He restores the soul’s needAnd helps us as we embark with Handful of Moment-seed I've come to the conclusion (because we reap what we sow)The older that I get, the more I am utterly awedBy morning's renewed mercy from the One who loves me soEnough to keep on teaching me to trust His staff and rod And grandly glimpse with every breath, the smiling face of God © Janet Martin :1-11 To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.2 O my God, I trust in You;Let me not be ashamed;Let not my enemies triumph over me.3 Indeed, let no one who []waits on You be ashamed;Let those be ashamed who deal treacherously without cause. 4 Show me Your ways, O Lord;Teach me Your paths.5 Lead me in Your truth and teach me,For You are the God of my salvation;On You I wait all the day. 6 Remember, O Lord, Your tender mercies and Your lovingkindnesses,For they are from of old.7 Do not remember the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions;According to Your mercy remember me,For Your goodness’ sake, O Lord. 8 Good and upright is the Lord;Therefore He teaches sinners in the way.9 The humble He guides in justice,And the humble He teaches His way.10 All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth,To such as keep His covenant and His testimonies.11 For Your name’s sake, O Lord,Pardon my iniquity, for it is great.