Friday, February 24, 2017


Sometimes we feel the reel of it
In nothing but the ‘steal’ of it
Across the hill at dusk a bit
Or in the still of dawn
But often in the dream of it
We lose sight of its scheme a bit
While balancing the stream of it
With bridges we walk on

Sometimes we sense the slip of it
And try to drink the drip of it
While grappling with the grip of it
This Thing that disappears
But often in the thick of it
We overlook the quick of it
And how the steady tick of it
Turns moments into years

Sometimes we clutch the Much of it
And struggle with the Such of it
While learning ‘neath the touch of it
About both joy and strife
But often in the heat of it
We undermine the beat of it
And how the bittersweet of it
Turns years into a life

© Janet Martin

Meaning of Life

What, the meaning of this sorrow
Where tomorrow wears a veil
And the fantasies we borrow
Are distorted with travail

What, the meaning of the hour
That can drain youth’s lithesome stride
With naught but morn’s newborn flower
And its grave on eventide

What, the meaning of this hunger
That no treat can satisfy
While our looking back grows longer
As time dwindles its supply

What, the meaning of this flicker
Soon it fades in Farewell’s seal
In a sepulcher of echoes
That nobody can repeal

What the meaning, oh my darling
Of each kiss, each tear, each sigh
That, in the grand-scape of living
Always leads us to good-bye

What, the meaning of these seasons
Veneer on earth’s earthy scrim
Ah, the Giver grants the reason
It is our means back to Him

© Janet Martin

If we think life is not worth its strife and plod
We under-estimate Heaven, my love
And oh, we under-estimate God

Because Time Is Serious Business... Because Its Accounting Is Absolute

Time’s investment doled in moments
Leaves us breathless now and then
Holy, holy, like an ocean
Rolling from God down to men

Where we spend its ‘lend’ of hours
Purchasing, oft without voice
Consequence of transient bowers
And the aftermath of choice

People all begin as students
Rife with ignorance and lust
Learning the import of prudence
Through the hunger-pangs of trust

After we have borne the beauty
That turns raven locks to white
We see time as more than duty
To a corpse of morn-noon-night

We see Time as serious business
Like sun-sparkles on a sea
Where investments leave us breathless
…its payoff, eternity

© Janet Martin

When That Sure Then Is Now

Someday beneath time’s wide-eyed sigh
And wind-swept passes we will lie
A stone-carved epitaph perhaps
To mark our resting-place of ash

Tell me, when that sure Then is now
(with dash of feet above our brow
Still unsnared by eternity
Where Death bares immortality)

Tell me, when This returns to dust
And we witness firsthand its trust
Forever, for eternity
Do you know where your soul will be?

© Janet Martin

 Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord;
    let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Psalm 95:1

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Because We Pass This Way ...But Once

Because We Pass This Way… But Once

I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

Etienne de Grellet
Quaker Missionary

Because we pass this way but once
And know only that which we learn
And learn only that which we earn
Through ephemeral experience

…because we never finish learning
We learn to appreciate
With kinder eyes and slower gait
This one-way path of no-returning

Because we are equipped with need
We need each other to lean on
Where each day, like a stepping-stone
Suffers the spawn of word and deed

Because we cannot retrace days
With more than wish or gratitude
We should practice an attitude
Of awe for mercy’s faithful ways

© Janet Martin

Running a little low on awe?!
Get acquainted with a child...

Speaking of leaning on each other...or being 'knit together'...a beautiful post here!