Content to be Content

Last night, due to fog etc. the older half of our small groupwas unable to be present and I was the only oldie,(because the host home was two minutes from my home...)I listened to young parents as they shared delights and challenges ofbabies and tots.Sometimes, youth in its 'youthful loveliness' can make more weathered relics hanker for days, long spent and much forgotten,until my 'leveler head' prevails 😅 Sometimes I hunger deeply for life before the loss of loved ones altered it eternally.Sometimes that longing serves as a wake-up call to redeem my time wisely rather than in foolish, futile lament. 💔 This was the Lord’s doing;It is marvelous in our eyes.This is the day the Lord has made.We will rejoice and be glad in itPs.118:23-24 Don't wait until tomorrow to smell today's roses... Sometimes, in foolish moments I hanker for days gone byWhere common scenes have softened until only love remainsWhere lessons I once rued while youth unfurled its butterflyHave settled like gold-dust in the wake of love's growing painsAnd then I am content; futile, longing's lament becauseWant wishes for a star-glossed world that never really was Sometimes, in foolish  moments I am tempted to appealTo once upon gone-good-old-days for laughter's freer vimUntil I turn to gaze at faces, kissable and realWarm with the precious company of darling Her and HimAnd then I am content with blessings too profuse to tellSensing a sacred cadence tuning hello with farewell Sometimes in foolish moments I am blinded by a viewSurreal and sentimental, gleaming in yesterday's sunWhere time's redeeming brush has smoothed what once was troubled tooWhere, rather than battlefields, a masterpiece has begunAnd then I am content to relinquish Want's wanderlustGod keeps the Part that matters; all else is but dust to dust Sometimes, in wiser moments I am able to discernThe hues between the views that else would gleam in flawless poise I feel the faded sting of lessons we must live to learnAnd even if I could I would not resurrect spent joys Content to be content though grief seasons the heart with scarsIt grounds and guards love's feet from wand'ring lost, among the stars © Janet Martin I found this poem-gem in a bookI picked up the other day from our local thrift/treasure store