Here's To Today's Measure of Gladness

Here's to spring rain; it’s drops unchain a well of poem-ink... Here’s to morn’s feast, mercy-released, that bids us eat and drink After a beautiful sunrise yesterday it clouded over andrain, previously forecasted for today, altered my plans;mowing lawn, weeding and edging. But, as of now, today is sunny and I am glad (because there are weddings happening💖one in our neighborhoodwith an outdoor service planned!) Today's poem is inspired in part, as I ponder the funeral I attended the other day; as husband/daddy and children broke their eulogy into three categories;mad, sad and glad.They each shared a reason they were mad and sadacknowledging these two very real emotionsthat come with loss,but then they focused on glad for the remainder becausethere is SO much they are glad aka grateful for!! Please, keep these dear people in your prayers as they begin moving forward without beloved wife/mom. Here's to today's portion of gladness...from my vantage point.From your vantage point details may vary but gratitudeis a universal common ground🙏 Here's to spring rain; it’s drops unchain a well of poem-inkHere’s to morn’s feast, mercy-released, that bids us eat and drinkFrom the buffet we call today, by God’s kind grace unfurledA treasure-trove of hope and love outpoured to all the world Here’s to a bite of sheer delight, a crumb of happinessHere’s to the bliss of smile and kiss and laughter’s blessednessHere’s to the blooms that burst from looms beneath and overheadHere’s to the joy that shouts ‘ahoy’ after grief’s tears are shed Here’s to the sad, that makes the glad much gladder than beforeHere’s to He who makes all things new and who all should adoreHere’s to the cup that we hold up; faith’s chipped and scarred affairMementos earned through lessons learned, turned into humbler prayer Here’s to ‘hello’ and yellow daffodils; here’s to sweet MayHere’s to the limbs that throb with hymns of green and feathered layHere’s to the splurge of leaves and birds to cheer us where we areTo boughs festooned with blossoms spooned from nature’s perfume jar Here’s to the child, pure, undefiled, wide-eyed and curiousHere’s to we who teach them to be true and industriousTo revere He who cares for we, instilled with deathless soulHere’s to God’s Word; truth undeterred as ages wage and roll Here’s to the earth in spring as birth wakens the slumb’ring sodHere’s to the sky that you and I oft gaze on, dumbly awedHere’s to the sea that sweeps the lea yet by the shoreline stayedHere’s to each voice as we rejoice in this day God has made Here’s to ‘us’, dear, the now and here that slip-slips through our touch Here’s to (un)common wealth of health and happiness and suchHere’s to the kings of simple things that never lose their thrillAs seasons run beneath the sun in ink that poet’s spill Here's to each 'glad' to counter sadness with meek gratitudeHere's to the cares that mortal bears by God's mercies renewedHis Word assures, His grace secures the final curtain-close  Here's to God's love, the treasure trove from whence all blessing flows © Janet Martin Aren't you gladbecause of salvation's planand receivethere is no futility in lifeand no fear in death.Thank-you, dear Heavenly Father Here’s to the blooms that burst from looms beneath ... and overhead... Here’s to the sky that you and I oft gaze on, dumbly awed... Here’s to the child, pure, undefiled, wide-eyed and curious... Here's to a bite of sheer delight... Here’s to the splurge of leaves and birds... This is the day the Lord has made.We will rejoice and be glad in it!Psalm 118:24