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'Cradle' Song

Happy December! The first few lines of this poem were written yesterday morning... The cradle of accomplishments still waiting to be wonGleams like a golden ornament ignited by the sun... ...after Sunday's snowfall transformed earth to a winter wonderland! ..before a friend (bearing flowers💖) came for tea, ...fennel, mint and marigold tea😋 After she left I decided to go out for an afternoon tromp through the snow Then, this morning another bit was capturedas another new day beamed in unblemished glory... before heading outto an oil and tire change appointment (for the car😆)The original rush of inspiration has rather subsided; hopefully the last two stanzas written this afternoon  befit morn, noon and night!Now I'm off to tackling a few chores to add totoday's 'cradle of accomplishments'...such as cubing butternut squash to roast for supper to serve with Shepherd's Pie! The cradle of accomplishments still waiting to be wonGleams like a golden ornament ignited by the sunA shiny spangle dangling from Bygone's chain of eventsUnblemished opportunity preceding consequence Where what we do with what morn grants in retrospect becomesA subtle step by step sketched testament of moment-sumsAn unconscious acknowledgment for God's mercy renewedA sacred breath-by-breath  extolment of love's gratitude The prelude to tomorrow's Yet is cloaked in mysteryThe testing plots of sorrow set in joy's epiphanyThen, pray the Lord, where dawn is bent with today's fresh pursuitIts cradle of accomplishment will brim with finest fruit So much it seems we'll never know but oh, we know enoughGod's vigil is sufficient grace and everlasting loveWe know in every circumstance He is greater, then shout Hope is our deliverance from chains of dread and doubt Praise God from whom all blessings flow, He keeps His promises  The reason for His yes or no is not for us to guess Then, though our prayers are but a groan and faith a mustard seedHis will, though it may vex our own is perfect for the need Janet Martin Serve the LORD with gladness; come into His presence with joyful songs.
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