Monday, May 25, 2020

Of Pains and Gains...

 A weekend full of stressful oh-nos and happy-yeses...
oh the pains whereby we gain experience!

What will today bring; no one knows
but this...the unfailing grace whereby man goes.

Now break of day strums strings of gray and wakens hymns of blush and gold
Where what has not yet come our way will soon turn into days of old
Once more to man time is deployed in breath by breath spans, mercy-fired
Life grants so much to be enjoyed and yet leaves much to be desired

The pain that gains experience oft-times does not explain its whys
The rugged road to recompense is filled with hills of sundry size
They keep us on our toes and knees while pressing upward, left-foot-right
A winsome Thing that comes and goes where thorn and rose pricks and delights

Life’s bumps and blows seem to expose the simpler, sweeter joys and such
The somber tones the Painter chose (we never would) highlights His touch
And when we look back on the track we thought begot an unfair score
We start to see with clarity so much more to be thankful for

© Janet Martin

 From the ends of the earth I call to you, 
I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2

Saturday, May 23, 2020

Of May...

 Busy, beautiful days...

My, my, how May’s artist imparts
Pure happiness to human hearts
Where long the barren branch had been
It brims and drips with gold and green

The earth and its fullness thereof
Thrills keen audiences with love
Of tulip-chalice,lilac-floats
Of apple-blossom pink-snowed slopes

Of nature’s palace, sparkling clean
With fresh umbrellas, lacy sheen
Of seed and bud-borne miracle
Of bird-song’s ceaseless canticle

Of pansy-posy’s poetry
Of brook that babbles, worry-free
Of flower fortune God-designed
Of earth and heaven intertwined

Of joy unspeakable because
Of what waits in petal-applause
Of gardens planned and planted too
Beneath heights of bottomless blue

Of faith and trust in gracious God
As seeds are ushered to the sod
Of humble prayers that they will grow
Of hopes that we reap what we sow

Of thankfulness to be alive
Where larks and swallows dart and dive
Of earth shaken from winter’s gloom
Of worlds wakened, reborn to bloom

© Janet Martin

 The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; 
the world, and they that dwell therein.
Psalm 24:1

Friday, May 22, 2020

Of Uncaged Consonants...

 This was going to be fun four-liner rhyme about words 
(after seeing a prompt 'rhyme a reason you like to write' on FB)
but it turned into something like a hungry leopard freed from its cage
...chasing a herd of antelope😊

 Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words...
 ...little show-stealer didn't want just his sister in the picture so he made a MAD dash for it
when he saw the camera and pulled this funny face to top it all off😂

The word 'cherish' has become my mind-set for moments...
Words draw us in to worlds apart
A painter’s tray for ink-swirled art
They dash and drip and splash and pour
Into pictures not seen before
Where from the quill as from a brush
They spill, a panoramic rush
To thrill the gallery of thought
With scenes of what is or is not
They surge and seep and laugh and weep
And fill a thousand hills with sheep
Or startle us with the faint roar
Of what once was and is no more

…where all that is began with Word
Timeless abyss by language stirred
Creating in the darkness, Light
Composing that first day and night
…for all we think about and see
Began with God’s Words, ‘let there be’
Then still-life shore and surging tide
Stood gloriously side by side
The bud swaddled the naked tree
God awed earth with His poetry
The manifold folds of a flow’r
The ink-well dell, the mountain’s tow’r

…but alas, soon Perfection’s bliss
As words of vile hatred gave voice
To mankind’s sacred law of choice
And thereby didst coldly deceive
With cunning words, Adam and Eve
Revealing with designing skill
How words work both for good and ill
Reminding us thus, words should be
Weighed well before we set them free
For who knows the full recompense
Of word’s infinite influence

Ah, what we write and what we say
…we all hold a grand painter’s tray
The colours that we choose to use
So varied in its hues and views
A stallion of cloven ink
Set free on fields of Feel and Think
To wreak havoc in human heart
To spill its ilk in sonant art
To cheer us on or crush us, oh
By a word-painted picture-show
For so much more is seen than heard
In the ripple-effect of Word

The lover of ink-woven things
Is never lonesome long; hope sings
In the courtyard of poetry
Knowing how much a word can be
If chosen carefully and then
Set free on yachts of acumen
A contagion of gross purport
Wafts in the wake of verbal sport
A smile, a kiss, a fist-a-cuff
Sometimes gentle and sometimes gruff
The matrix for a symphony
Melding bare fact with fantasy

…for we are creatures born to dream
And apt to get lost in a stream
Of stars felled while we stared a while
To where the air of words beguile
The one who seems drawn to the vaunt
Of what hides in unbridled font
Of ABC waiting to be
A storm upon an unformed sea
A diamond on the sand of time
A sparkle spilt in lilt and rhyme
Then snared to press upon a page
To preserve there from age to age

…for words always invite us in
To partake of love’s groan and grin
To touch the place where tears regale
The face when at last mere words fail
As we curl in the cozy nook
Between the covers of a book
And fantasize and empathize
In worlds cut down to whispered sighs
And make us feel, as feathers fall
We are not strangers after all
But, by the bond of word begin
To be like worldwide next of kin

© Janet Martin

 The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, 
and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, 
for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.
Luke 6:45

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Unless We Seek...

How can we gain great confidence
In seasons of distress
Or find hope and deliverance
Without God’s promises

How can we know God’s promises
If we, worry-inclined
Still try to fill heart-emptiness
Through channels of the mind

How can man’s ignorance maintain
The things we ought to think
How can Living Water sustain
If we don’t stop to drink

How can we think on purer things
If we have never sought
The richer and the surer things
That the Great Teacher taught

How can a ship without a sail
Be steered from rock and reef
How can a man survive the gale
Without anchored belief

How can belief be absolute
It never can unless
The seed of faith has taken root
Within God’s promises

How can the seed of faith take root
And yield sweet recompense
Only when repentance bears fruit
In meek obedience

How can obedience begin
A life of happiness
When we find kind assurance in
God’s faithful promises

How can we find His promises
To empower the weak
Alas, we never can unless
Unless we truly seek

© Janet Martin

Seek and ye shall find...


2 Peter 1:2-10 KJV
 Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord,
According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue:
Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge;
And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness;
And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity.
For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.
10 Wherefore the rather, brethren, give diligence to make your calling and election sure: for if ye do these things, ye shall never fall: