Sunday, August 20, 2017

Master Peace

The sun also rises, and the sun goes down,
And hastens to the place where it arose.

The crow caws and the wispy gauze
Of violet whispers on yon vale
Turns pale and melts into what was
As Mercy tips time’s awesome grail

The cricket sings and daylight flings
The star-frothed strings of night awry
To spill to streets of common kings
Jewels of dew and gold-hued sky

Love’s ocean sweeps from unplumbed deeps
Man’s near-sightedness bars from view
The Everlasting God that keeps
These spectators of green and blue

Horizons blush; the Artist’s brush
Moves soft across Hope’s weathered wings
Where tumbling through pastel-hued hush
The crow caws and the cricket sings

© Janet Martin

Had to get up extra-early this morning so I enjoyed the glorious unfolding of New Day...
first from my porch then from the bike:)

Lest Thought Yields to Despair...

Lest thought yields to despair
And hope dejected cedes defeat
And hunger leads to feeding where
Nothing its howling want can meet
Lest Unknown seems too hard
And what we know is not enough
To mediate twixt head and heart
Mortal’s intrinsic need for love

Lest ‘if’ offers no grace
And brokenness bleeds spirits dry
Without the Wherewithal to face
What is not known to you or I

…we ought to bow in prayer
And break the Bread of Life and eat
Lest thought yields to utter despair
And hope dejected cedes defeat

© Janet Martin

Saturday, August 19, 2017

In Lieu of Task To-do ...

Today I'm trying to ignore this to-do list...(except the last thing:)

...for more of this...

Fill blank windowsills with flowers,
Let to-do lists idly sit
Soft, soft, summer doffed of hours
Drains to eons echo-lit

Lie beneath the beaming leaf-bough
Wander lanes with plumed pit-stops
Climb to heaven in a hay-mow
Or a wild-grass strummed hilltop

Drive without a destination
Run, but only if you must
Make Today a celebration
Of what morrow turns to dust

Drink the ink that poets plunder
Do not blink, oh, there it goes
Summer murmurs, spilling wonder
Like pink petals from a rose

Hesitate where barred gates beckon
Trespass; then plead pardon’s grace
Disturb lane-ways lush with bracken
Blue-strife, aster, Queen Ann’s Lace

Soon this berth of blooming bowers
Strips earth’s loom of petal-stars
Leaving in the wake of flowers
Winter’s ache of empty jars

© Janet Martin

But THIS...has a mind of its own!
Just went to choose a juicy snack and there are a whole lot of 'juicy snacks' to choose from!

Friday, August 18, 2017

A Very Present Responsibility

How do these things happen?! we ask as we watch the news and mourn the aftermaths of atrocities rendered one to another. They happen when we cease to love another!

He answered, "'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind';
 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'"
Luke 10:27

By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."
John 13:35

So much noise these days, some evil, some intended for good,
but because of the noise some become quiet
and because of the quietness some becomes noisy!
All is in vain, but that which is love!
So Today, let's let Love lead

I’m glad we do not need to see
Tomorrow and what waits to be
I’m glad we do not need to bear
Tomorrow with its weight of care
I’m glad we do not need to know
Tomorrow’s lot of joy or woe
But that, by grace of God we may
Give our best to each Today

Anxiety for morrow’s mile
Drains Today of its sing-and-smile
To fret about the ‘yet’ is vain
Tomorrow, no one can attain
Still, we are never called to be
Sojourners of complacency
But rather, with meek heart to pray
And seek God’s guidance for today

For oh, the weight of it is great
But love makes worth its earth-estate
Therefore, with kind humility
How mindful of Time we should be
Yet never try to carry more
Than what today is granted for
Where Mercy’s present help is laid  
In each today the Lord has made

© Janet Martin

 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Love Suffers Long...And Is Kind

When love weighs hard upon the heart
And soft upon our tears
When it is at a loss for words
Save thought, God alone hears

When it is understood that love
Then we begin to glimpse the love
The Author had in mind

When what we first perceived as love
Tests mortal uttermost
Then, then we have a chance to prove
Validity of boast

…and when we come to end of self
And what we thought we knew
Oh, praise God for His faithful help
His love will lead us through

© Janet Martin