We Will Go Forth (and a few more Thursday Thoughts)

We cannot outlive the Unknownor challenges we face But look, each moment's steppingstoneis anchored in God's grace Faith's substance of things we hope forwill someday rend the veilRevealing the complete splendorOf love that did not fail ***The sunless stretch continues...not sure what happened to for this week's yellow... It could certainly have the potential to dampen our spirits if we let it!But... If we would fixate on the weather we might be quite glumIt's been a dose of dreary, drippy, damp, sunless ho-humBut love and life are so much more than covers of a bookSo much of what is written is hidden until we look!Then as we turn the pages where God's goodness overflowsWe find ourselves quite speechless, awed by blessings He bestows *** Seeds are so very, very smallSometimes we doubt their cloutAnd dare to wonder where they fall...until they start to sprout Seeds look like nothing much at firstMere crumbs, mundane and muteBut from the crumb, when it has burstComes all manner of fruit Seeds seem to be too slight and slow    To hold much harm or goodBut as the sprout begins to growSeed's clout is understood *** Our worlds are often mirrored in the shimmer of a tearOr lightened by the laughter of someone we love so dearOr sweetened by the banter of a breeze, a child, a birdOr brightened by the candle of a kind and gentle wordHard knocks are often softened by a handshake and a smileMaking the world that shimmers in a tear, so worth its isle/while *** Tick-tock tempo laps the shoreline of  a winter afternoon Like the summer-blue momentum of lake-lyrics lazy tune Like a breeze undresses tresses of its leaf-shaped souvenirs Tick-tock tempo falls and rises until winter disappears ***  This morning's foggy shroud inspired the beginning of this poem... We will go forth then, you and IThe view of what yet waits withheldLike a masterpiece made of skyVaulted above the mist-veiled veldtWhile the clocks unrelenting tollUnfurls and collects, synchronizedIn breath-sized billows as they rollThrough hopes salvaged from dreams capsizedUndoing what we thought we knewWith sudden, foreign points of view We will go forth because, my dearNo choice awaits but to proceedFaith spurs us on and spars with fearAs scars forge wisdom’s crown and creedWhere delight, like a diamond studDazzles dark backdrops of dismayWhere hope, like an unbroken budReminds us of blooms held at bayCheering us on as vast unknownsUnfold flowers and steppingstones We will go forth but not aloneGoodness and mercy follow stillWhere thoroughfares of grin-and-groanAre never all down or uphillThe valley where shadows are castLike creases in a color-worldWhile the Master pieces the PastWith present grace on grace unfurledHis able Hands cradle the skyWe will go forth thence, you and I © Janet Martin (For we walk by faith, not by sight:)2 Cor.5:7