Thank God (for things that don't grow old, or change!)

This poem was inspired in part as I inhaled a fresh, new August morning, and in part as I marveled at the beauty of God's eternal Word! Thank God for things that don’t grow old, or change, as ages wooLike August mornings drenched in gold, mantled in mist and dewLike waves that wash the shore but cannot pass its boundaryLike innocence of babe and tot, as precious as can be Like laughter’s medicine to lighten loads that oft press soarLike the lure of a country back road ready to exploreLike flowers, as they bloom and fade like petal-orchestrasLike worship as we praise, He who made and keeps nature’s laws Like mesmerizing artistry of sun and shadow playLike unplumbed opportunity in each and every day Like never-too-old-to-accede-so-much-still-left-to-learn Like 'we are known by word and deed'; respect, something we earn, Like trees that make us feel so small beneath lofty leaf-tentsLike the lilt of a waterfall after winter relentsLike the eternal Word of God; a Light that will not dimLike the heart repeatedly awed by the wonders of Him Like the peace we find as we trust in His sufficient graceLike happiness when kindness puts a smile upon a faceLike warm welcomes of home-sweet-home’s familiarity…the adrenaline rush of Poem possibility Gardens to gladden common cooks, and yards where children playLike comfort of good food and books to keep the blues at bayLike Today, always new, rife with moments not tasted yetA buffet heaped with much to do before life’s sun is set Like love of family and friends to help us weather caresKnowing, no matter what life sends, it fits into meek prayersLike thanking God while time runs bold in what it will estrangeFor many things that don’t grow old, and ages cannot change © Janet Martin Like flowers, as they bloom and fade like petal-orchestras...