For Each Today, Fresh Made...

'Put sprinkles on mine so I will be really happy'ordered/requested an eager, innocent three-year-old recentlyas he watched me scoop, wishing the ice-cream was blue, like the picture on the cone-box.(is that how we sound to God sometimes??Asking for sprinkles while he is scooping generoushelpings of ice-cream?!) Stand in awe and sin not.Ps.4:4 This morning I had all but the final two lines down in today's poembefore Duty prevailed... Sausage to can... Grand-kiddo helpers to pick peas... Mercy, in tender splendor sets the wick of morn ablazeFor we, time's fortune-spenders in a sequence of todays... Mercy, in tender splendor sets the wick of morn ablazeFor we, time's fortune-spenders in a sequence of todaysWhere ups and downs, bound to perplex the architect of dreamsWait, once again to test and vex and prove what love esteems Creation's constant glory seals the evidence of GodWonder, like holy thunders peals in each soul, humbly awed While laughter and tears ebb and flow, while sorrow-billows swell *Where holding turns to letting go and hello to farewell Let us reason together the Duty of you and meTo kind and humbly weather both beauty and miseryNot on our own but by the grace of God, who made all thingsHis steadfast Presence helps us face whatever today brings Mortal wish sometimes disagrees with purpose God-bestowed 'An ice-cream cone with sprinkles please' is not a pleasure owed And all the 'sprinkles; in the world cannot compare, when weighedWith mercy's  faithfulness unfurled in each today fresh-made Janet Martin *Where holding turns to letting go and hello to farewell (the above lines inspired by the heart-wrenching tragedy of the Texas flood)Tears and prayers flow...