Monday, September 1, 2014

Of Given Day





The floor of earth’s room is flecked with gold
The heart of summer spent
Where everything we hallow and hold
Is mercy, heaven-lent

Aha, sometimes it slips our minds
How, as the years unfold
The only thing we will leave behind
Are hulls of gifted gold

Inhale, exhale, for the air is sweet
With opportunity
The husks of blessing at our feet
Frame hind-sight’s legacy

And all that we can gather of it
Is what we give away
We cannot hoard one penny-bit
Of any given day

The gauntlet of an unfathomed gift
Trembles in every breath
The fall of moments sift and drift
From instant life to death

…as the floor of earth’s room is decked in gold
The gift of living sent
In twinkling tides; we hallow and hold
God's mercy, heaven-lent

© Janet Martin

Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name...Matt 6:9

...and just in case your still not blown away with joy and wonder, here's a silly song Victoria was singing just now;this singer advises us to 'just knuckle, buckle down and do it! be happy, that is:)



Surrender of Summer and other Such Seasons







So it begins;
Subtle exchanges
Colors once vibrant
With hope’s new-born rush
Softly fall prey
In the day-night-to-day
To jaded complexions
Beneath time’s trite brush

So it begins;
Laughter polishes pictures
Ignoring the tincture
Of faraway things
That teases new color
Into verdant valor
Tugging more tautly
On loosened heart-strings

So it begins;
Rebellion, contrition
…nature surrenders
By heaven’s hand taught
Unlike the struggle
Where human condition
Battles submission
In ramparts of thought

So it begins;
We kiss sun-freckled grins
Smile for a while
At decoys in full-bloom
While that wall-flower clock
On the blue-sky sidewalk
Subtly silvers
The floor of earth’s room


 ©  Janet  Martin


Sunday, August 31, 2014

Time's Treasure Hunt





Dawn draws its well-known center-piece
Up from Time’s yawning shore
As what began in Eden’s place    
Is fresh and new once more

Be kind, oh tick- and-tocking leap
Bestowal of God’s grace
This little thing we cannot keep
Spills into our embrace

And what is clothed in mystery
Will soon its bit unveil
Before it turns to history
Like ashes in a grail

And oh, before it is no more
God grant that we have tried
Not to increase our earthly store
But on time’s other side

…laid up more everlasting joy
Of riches dear and real
Where moth and rust do not destroy
Nor thieves break through to steal

For soon the wind that combs Time’s fields
Will still; we’ll rise to meet
Where none can see what death reveals
Of treasures at God’s feet


©  Janet Martin


 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:  Matt 6:19

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Prayer Cover Needed in Northern Iraq



“Prayer cover needed!"

Please pray sincerely for the deliverance of the people of Northern Iraq… 


This is an excerpt from a text from someone who is there!


Christian, lift Thy banner high
Raise a universal cry
Prayer drives through camps demon-shod  
To the one who hopes in God

Christian, who will faithful be,
Suffering on bended knee?
Love is greater than the sword
None are greater than our Lord

Janet~

Always Half-kissed...





What can we say that has never been said?
Early the morning creeps out of its bed
Easing through acres of high sky-blue mead
Before its slips to the river
Kissing Time’s silver with shivers of blush
Ever it fades into precious ‘what was’
Where none can plunder its Why and Because
Or pluck one plume from its quiver

What can we do that has never been done?
Nothing is new under day’s dauntless sun
Pirate and poet, proprietor one
Led by the law of an hour
Season-stoked spectrum of age-old distress
We stumble over its heaped happiness
Searching for something we cannot access
Save in the grave of a flower

What can we think that has never been thought?
Over and over the hour is taught
By the behavior of earth’s sundry lot
As we persist to discover
Time cuts a trail over trampled bygone
While we insist to repeat right and wrong
Always half-kissed by the words of a song
God prints on petals of clover

© Janet Martin

Soon summer's Saturday silvers shorelines somewhere far way...
Make it a nice sweet slice of almost-yesterday


All things are wearisome; Man is not able to tell it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, Nor is the ear filled with hearing. That which has been is that which will be, And that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one might say, "See this, it is new "? Already it has existed for ages...Ecc. 1:8-10