Thursday, June 21, 2018

A Serious Poem About A Serious Certainty


At the beginning of this week one of my best friends bid good-bye to her dad, Amsey Bowman
Today we mourn the loss of my Uncle Myron Martin 
So much opportunity once again to contemplate the Inevitable Must of dust-to-dust!
"...before the dust returns to the ground from which it came,

and the spirit returns to God who gave it."
Eccles.12:7

 


Death is The Great Divider
Stealing loved ones from our touch
But God is a Greater Provider
And He loves us oh, so much

Death is a grim reminder
Of what waits for one and all
But God’s love is always kinder
Than Death, when it comes to call

Death keeps us humbly thankful
For life’s most commonplace day
God’s grace and mercy are faithful
No matter what comes our way…

Death keeps us gladder for gardens
For blue skies sprawled overhead
Daisy and clover-strewn meadows
Sunrise and sunset, bronze-red

Death makes us think about others
Before its kiss chills our brow
Let’s all be sisters and brothers
Love one another here-now

Death makes us hurt for the hurting
Who will be next; who can tell
Death makes us think about Heaven
Death makes us think about Hell

Death is a breath-stealing river
Death is That Last Stepping-stone
When Life is returned to its Giver
Where God is still on His throne

© Janet Martin

Eccles.12:1-7

 Remember your Creator in the days of your youth,

before the days of adversity come,
and the years approach of which you will say,
“I find no pleasure in them,”
2before the sunlight, moon, and stars are darkened,
and the clouds return after the rain,
3on the day the keepers of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop,
when those grinding cease because they are few,
and those watching through windows see dimly,
4when the doors to the street are shut
and the sound of the mill fades away,
when one rises at the sound of a bird,
and all the daughters of song grow faint,
5when men fear the heights and dangers of the road,
when the almond tree blossoms,
the grasshopper loses its spring,
and the caper berry shrivels—
for then man goes to his eternal home,
and mourners walk the streets.
6Remember Him before the silver cord is snapped,
and the golden bowl is crushed,
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the wheel is broken at the well,
7before the dust returns to the ground from which it came,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.


A Temporary 'House'


  But as it is written:

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
Nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
1 Cor. 2:9
(wow! we sure will be in for a treat, huh?! Impossible to imagine!)




The Hand that pours the footing where
Our Here and Now is lent
Siphons elements of thin air
Into Time’s firmament

Its phantom frame that wafts in space
And we fill with response
Will soon fade to a resting place
Only echoes ensconce

These walls of breeze or bully gale
These floors of sand and grass
These halls where Wonder parts its veil
Shape rooms that come…to pass

This roof of morning’s mercy-bliss
And high noon’s blue, blue bars
And twilight’s flaming farewell kiss
And midnight’s froth of stars

Is but a temporary view
A Throughway God extends
That leads (if we believe) into
A day that never ends

© Janet Martin



Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Always Simply This


Today marks the end of an 'era' as this will be an all-scholar family in September
 (no more need for regular daycare)
so of course there are heart-tugs tonight!




'This pretty much sums it up' I thought this morning
as I watched the bubbles shimmer and pop!



Moment, ah, moment, you weave in your wake
Echoes, ah, echoes of time’s give and take
Turning the commonplace colors and care
Into a masterpiece etched on the air
Where have-and-hold folds into had-and-held
As gray and gold mold mist-oceans that meld
Faces and places and laughter and tears
Painting dawn’s graces/chases into yester-years
Where hearts are hubs of hard hugs and soft sighs
Torn twixt the tug of hellos and good-byes

Teaching, ah teaching us to taste what Is
Reaching, ah reaching cannot restore This
Which soon will drift to Past’s ethereal shore
Washed by the whispers of what is no more
Where for a moment we danced on sand-bars
Tangled at twilight in ribbons and stars
...catch a round rainbow and watch it go pop
Time tunes a tango no minstrel can stop
Tick-tock by tick-tock, today soon will be
Tomorrow’s beautiful memory

See how a river of ripples runs wild
Gushing through gardens where I was a child 
Taking the fellow and leaving a man
Time's trickster calling 'catch me if you can'
Dangling from rafters of seasons that fall 
Making trapeze artists of us all 
Touching and yearning, now high and now low
Loving and learning, now hold, now let go
Leaving us breathless by your easy kiss
Moment, ah moment, always Simply This

© Janet Martin

Miracles...

James and I are tremendously touched by all the kind words and prayers, 
and the rejoicing with us after the Dr. told Jim at yesterday's checkup 'everything looks really good'. 
His next check-up will be in 6 mos. instead of 3!
We continue to pray for those who are rejoicing with us, while bearing heavy personal crosses!

  


I’ve seen those rejoice with those who rejoice
While standing in shards of their own broken dreams
I’ve heard the music of heaven; its voice
Caught in the homage of tear-tender streams

I’ve walked ‘longside someone walking with me
Bent lower than I by the cross on their backs
I’ve felt the favor of being set free
God’s love, the filler in a love full of cracks

© Janet Martin

Seasoned Promises...


 Don't you just LOVE the seasoned promises that pop in pink, plump peonies?!


Lord, give us eyes to see
Lest, sight-blind we forget
The Author of earth’s poetry
Is ever with us yet

This world of want and woe
Would weigh us with despair
But your kind grace whereby we go
Strews glimpses everywhere

Then, in this human race
As we press to yon Bar
Lord, give us eyes to see Your grace
Exactly where we are

…and fill our hearts with praise
And humble happiness
You crown our hurt and hope-filled days
With seasoned promises

© Janet Martin

“Never again will I curse the ground because of man, 
even though every inclination of his heart is evil from his youth. 
And never again will I destroy all living creatures as I have done. 
As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, 
cold and heat, 
summer and winter, 
day and night 
shall never cease.” 
Gen.8:21-22