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Sweet Saturday-morning Skirmish (between Poet and Prudence)

This daily/weekly Saturday morning tango is blissfullyunfamiliar to some, yet, I wouldn't trade it for a world of shiny'ballroom' floors, as much as I dearly admire and strive to acquire  brief glossy-floor bliss once in a while!I try to balance ballads, oops I mean battleswith a bit of both poem and prudence. 😂😅💖 This beautiful battleground is composed of longing to linger on pages of past poets/artists or tackling present responsibilities like prepping for Christmas!Today's task; homemade chocolate bars In the above recipe to clarify amounts; approx. 8-9 cups rice krispies, 2 cups peanuts and 11/2 cups coconut.) Sometimes the battle is a toss-up betweenpausing without pressure to percolate in the pure pleasureof God's poetry in every season... Whether gray... ...or gold! ...or vacuuming and fussing over delightful detailsbecause Victoria is having friends over for a Christmas party this weekend! Sweet Saturday Skirmish💓💓💓 Coffee pot beams with Columbian brew; ready/drained with of extra refills Coffee pot beams with Columbian brew; ready with extra refillsDuty and Dream dance, a skippety-do; Poet and Prudence clash willsWonder is waiting with gifts still unfurled, often where we least supposeDawn is deflating night’s slumbering world with a sky full of hellos Tuning spent ages with notes rearranged in compositions brand newLearning’s lent pages divinely exchanged by He who loves me and youFueling reason with thankful reply for mercy’s replenished fountEvery season chock-full of surprises, too prolific to count …thus, in the matter of work-to-do lists versus perhaps-poetryAlways a Saturday morning untwists two worlds that cannot agreeOne (but a guess) a shining specimen of domestic excellenceOne, happiness, pressed like wine from a pen never drained of Imminence ….coffee-pot beams with Columbian prose; ready with refills galorePoet and Prudence tango, nose to nose ‘cross Saturday’s ballroom-floorWeathering whispers that spar between ink and plain practicalityUntethering silver rivers that wink into….oh, which will it be © Janet Martin And hopefully this is my/our daily prayer;'So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do,do it all for the glory of God.1 Cor.10;31
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