There Will Be Poetry
As long as earth unchains a thoroughfare of blossom-laud...
As long as the heavens declare the majesty of God...(this sunset is from May 2022)
...because this year the sunrises and sunsets are obliterated by a smoky haze due to theThe best the skies can muster is a rosy orb...
As long as work can wait because a child has come to playBefore they dash through that old gate that draws the child away...
As long as earth unchains a thoroughfare of blossom-laudAs long as the heavens declare the majesty of GodAs long as bowers burst with leaf and flower filigreeAfter winter’s welcome retreat, there will be poetry
As long as zephyrs pirouette and oceans roll to shoreAnd dusk authors a silhouette-and-shadow-repertoireAnd morning metes mercy renewed and sets a new day freeTo stir the heart with gratitude, there will be poetry
As long as work can wait because a child has come to playBefore they dash through that old gate that draws the child awayAs long as May rolls over bars as green as green can beAnd lilacs burst with perfumed stars there will be poetry
As long as baby birds peep-peep from nests tucked into treesAnd seasons sweep from east to west tuning fond memoriesAs long as joy surprises us with its simplicityKeeping the child alive in us, there will be poetry
As long as there are gardens to grow happiness and plants As long as nature's arboretums burst with radiance Overflowing bud-chalices with petal-luxuryThat crowns plain dirt with palaces, there will be poetry As long as dawn is gentle, always new and fresh from GodAs long as hearts are humble and kind and constantly awedBy so much to be glad about, as long as we can seeBeyond the brunt of fear and doubt, there will be poetry
As long as thoughts are soft, not hard and embittered by spiteAs long as cloud-ships sail aloft and stars dazzle the nightAnd the music of moments orchestrates a symphonyOf wonder and contentment oh, there will be poetry
As long as there is always something new, like a sunrise…and, (though not all dreams may come true some do to our surprise)And, as long as Today runs rife with opportunityTo make the most of love and life, there will be poetry
© Janet Martin
As long as baby birds peep-peep from nests tucked into trees...(not quite peeping yet!! just freshly hatched!)
Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth!
As long as joy surprises us with its simplicityKeeping the child alive in us, there will be poetry...