Of Life's Sacred and Surreal

today's post,  a first... ...sharing, with special permission from my youngest daughter,an excerpt from her very precious Christmas gift to me last year,a collection of her poetry and journal snippets, glimpses of heart-pieces like only ink allows... It's been a little while since we were both in our respective corners of the morningbut today is a perfect reflection of this... Wow! yup...poetry plunked, plucked, pried and prayed from the schmozzle of living... often with reminders, no matter what season we are in...to Cherish!because seasons are so brief, each with a beauty of their own! Whatever season we are in no matter when or whereTime seems to slip through our skin in whispers thin as airAnd suddenly we turn to see what once seemed long and slowNow, pictures in a gallery where echoes ebb and flow Nobody, no matter how strong can keep the tide at bayThat runs through us like sea-song as it washes years awayAs generations roll like soul-filled waves that rise and fallPrey to the subtle season toll that no shoreline can stall …reminding us that no matter what season we are inTime's echo-chimes soon scatter like thistle seeds on the windWhile we learn to savour the full flavour of moment crumbsBefore they slip forever to what each season becomes ...before the Giver of each life retrieves what seasons leaseAs a momentous Shuttle weaves the ilk of Time's increaseStill slipping through our fingers soft as silk yet hard a steel Leaving a sense that lingers, of life's sacred and surreal © Janet Martin The same feeling that inspires many a poem and songlike this one... By humility and the fear of the Lordare riches and honour and lifeProv.22:4