Establishing Familiarity (in a world of change)

Happy, happy December! ...and below a few photos of inspiration for today's poem! the joy of small child's curiosity... (and his delight at his 'baby-in-basket'just like yesterday's Baby-in-a-basket'💗💝) Tried and true recipes and the surpriseOf trying something new and loving it...(I wish I had the ingred. on hand for the mango salsa!Some other time! And when we wake, ah bliss, fresh-brewed coffee... The Word of God, steadfast and absolute... Things do not stay the way they used to beProgress presses the old ways to adaptAnd change; estranged familiarityCan wake wishes for seasons, echo-wrapped Thus, bidding us to seek with meeker aweThe things that are the way they used to beThe unthwartable ilk of nature’s lawThe joy of small child’s curiosity The thrill as winter-heavens spills white starsThe hope that every Christmas is aboutThe happiness of refilled canning jarsThe yard where puppies romp and children shout The farmer that still whistles as he worksThe gardener as happy as can beWhere despite sweat and toil, Eden still lurksIn every petalled plume and bird and tree The unrivaled wonder in new-born babeThe tiring, tender toll of parenthoodFond memories that we would never tradeThe unshakeable truth that God is good Tried and true recipes and the surpriseOf trying something new and loving itThe art of learning, (even though time flies)To slow our hurried steps and sit a bit The black and white beauty of snowy nightsThe beckoning warm welcome of sweet homeThe comfort of tea-book-slipper delightsThe courage to bare hearts into a poem The option to use ink, paper and penThe sentimental sweetness in farewellsWe know will turn into hello againEither on earth or in yon citadels The friendliness of flowers, every oneA perfectly profound intricacyA well-earned rest by zest of labor wonAnd when we wake, ah bliss, fresh-brewed coffee The Word of God, steadfast and absoluteRegardless of post-modern heresyThe evidence science cannot refuteI AM, who WAS, IS and ALWAYS WILL BE Music, a foretaste of eternityWhen worship’s melodies will never ceaseThe heavens declaring God’s majestyIn every wondrous welkin-masterpiece The momentum of moments meting changeWhere so much is not like it used to beLavishes us with what none can estrangeEstablishing familiarity © Janet Martin