Friday, September 20, 2019

For Joy In Spite of Sorrow (a Thankfulness poem)

Many from our church community are mourning the passing of a beloved man (Doug Barnes) today
gone from the pain of cancer to the Gain of Meeting his Master!
Therefore we do not mourn as those who have no hope...

Brothers, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, 
so that you will not grieve like the rest, who are without hope.
 For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, 
we also believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him.…
1 Thess.4:13-14

Thank-you gracious Heavenly Father,

...for grace that first makes possible the faith to which we cling
And bids us bear with humble prayer life’s burr-and-nettle sting
For hope that helps us through hard times that hone faith’s sightless eyes
For Word infallible lest truth be twisted into lies

For Goodness to refuel love exactly where we are
For mercy’s kind renewal where dawn dims the morning star
For Beauty’s kind surprises none can claim the credit for
But marvel at He who grants glimpses of a distant shore

For seed instilled with yield enough to feed five-thousand plus
For Wisdom when knowledge is not enough to answer us
For One who never changes in an ever-changing world
But sets His Cornerstone beneath Time’s groaning days unfurled

For purpose so much purer than the gain and pride of lust
For peace past understanding though we suffer what we must
And when we reach the Parting that approaches day by day
What joy to know a Greeting/Meeting waits to wipe all tears away

© Janet Martin 

Thursday, September 19, 2019

But Ah, Ink

Sometimes after a particularly draining day
 I need a good poem-purge before I tackle the tail-end of tasks 😊

You walk through rooms that talk cannot quite enter, but ah, ink
Can drown out frowning skeptics and the fear that of what They think
You put your arm around my sigh and draw me to that place
Where chaos and commitment and clemency interlace

You do not bid me hurry for the clock is running out
But like a patient teacher you encourage when I doubt
You listen while I pour out fondest joy and deepest woe
And never tell me halfway through, ‘excuse me, I must go’

You probe beneath the surface, go where none have gone before
And urge the poet onward till the surge rushes the shore
You bid her brave the waters that her voice would never dare
Until your ink-splurge fathers something akin to a prayer

© Janet Martin

Dear September...(on behalf of summer-lovers)

Then fill the afternoon with staccato of cricket trill
Lead us into temptation just to linger and be still
To revel where the bevel of blue sky is growing pale
As we sense nature revving up for autumn’s wild exhale

Then saturate the waning days of summer with warm gold
The wander-lands that you command are lovely to behold
Where flower-borders seem to burst with colour’s numbered days
Ere first frost extinguishes fronds like candles snuffed of blaze

Then forgive us if we decide to take the slow way home
And marvel at the countryside unfolding John Keats’ poem
Where something in our heart of hearts seems tied to Time’s intent
And feels the tug of orchards, fields and gardens, harvest bent

Then wend your way to What Must Be but do not hasten so
Grant us permission to be sentimental as you go
To watch the tumbling bee bumble from bloom to bloom to bloom
To laugh while summer’s farewell autograph runs out of room

Then let us soak in saunas made of moments steeped in mist
And let us lie beneath the sighing arc of leaves, sun-kissed
And let us lavish with fond gaze, the days we dearly love
Because, it seems like summer is never quite long enough

© Janet Martin

Sacred, Sacred Stakes

Why hearts are held in constant prayer
Why we love, labour and prepare
And care for more than daily bread
Or what before our gaze is spread
Why what we choose with conscience chaste
Runs deeper than mere touch and taste
While dreams we dream and plans we make
Cannot forget what is at stake

Why we work with Harvest in mind
Why Truth is something we must find
And why we cannot turn blind eyes
To those who scorn that which we prize
And why we shudder to the core
At what some would dare to ignore
So this is why we pray and pray
For people who have lost their way

…and why we oh, so deeply grieve
For those who choose not to believe
And why we lie awake at night
On their behalf, to fight the fight
Against dark princes of the air
And plead that God their life would spare
Until their heart and will would break
Awed by the life that is at stake

…why therefore we cannot afford
To cease to lay before the Lord
The agony of sorrow stirred
In utter groans too deep for word
And why the whisper of the clock
Bids one and all to take full stock
Of dreams we dream and plans we make
For these are deathless souls at stake

© Janet Martin

 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: 
and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
John 3:18
Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe has already been condemned, because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son.
John 3:36
Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life. Whoever rejects the Son will not see life. Instead, the wrath of God remains on him."

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Love...or the Lack Thereof

 And above all things have fervent love for one another,...

 Let's love like a flower in full bloom and make the world beautiful right where we are!

Lack of love brings
Lack of joy
Lack of joy brings
Lack of praise
Lack of praise brings
Lack of thanks
To He who grants us
All our days

© Janet Martin