To Think, Dear Day...

Today, the canvas of each and every lifetime! Matt.6:34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. A stampede of Duty-dues assaulted my waking sensesthreatening to thwart awareness to the whisper of mercy-renewedand thus, reply of gratitude... Yesterday I was visited by two little girls... (dolls and outfits including shoes, handmade by local Talent) oops, I mean four!! 😂My granddaughter and my sister Lucy's granddaughter...(where a few times I replied to the bittersweet title of Gram, um, Janet) They giggled when I told them they made my dream come true...a little home by the mountains and a lake! Day...such a little word for all it unfurlsof troubles and triumphs and giggle of girls... To think, I sometimes suppose you as common at first glanceWhere opportunity is new, preceding consequenceWhere the dictation of demands can consume praises owedFor it is not by human hands your favour is bestowed To think I sometimes dare to state your mist as mine, somehowAnd I am apt to underrate your mien of Here-and-NowWhere you are always caught between what was and waits to beA sacred stage set with each scene that begets history To think, sometimes the part I/eyes see can blind my finite gaze;On the brink of eternity, the trail you blaze conveysA fleeting caravan of fellowman from Here to WhereYou yield your dust of Season-span to He who put it there To think sometimes I rise without a rush of gratitudeFor what none can surmise because of God’s mercy renewedWhere beauty you unfold is but a little foretaste ofThe end of you, when we behold the Mystery of love To think, I sometimes miss the wonder of your holy groundBecause the thunder of what is unfurls its sight and soundTo think, dear day, sometimes I suppose you as Duty’s tollRather than the highway hosting the carriage of the soul © Janet Martin a sacred stage set with each scene that begets history... Roly-polies...leftover pie-pastry tradition! And today's devotion!