Friday, October 28, 2016

The Unveiling...

Uninhibited, the day
Through the dark night finds its way

Pale its blush of rose expands
Tints the curve of common lands

Breathes to life earth’s color-scale
Folds with gold, night’s charcoal veil

Melts the stars from gilded clime
Melds another morn to Time

Peals with purple-misted toll
That which no man can control

© Janet Martin

Good Morning:)

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Weep Not For Summer, Love

Weep not for that which is no more
Nor for what cannot be
Darling, the leaf that summer wore
Was born to leave the tree

Weep not for flower-garden spent
Or hours blush and blue
Darling, the way that summer went
We all are going too

Weep not for dreams in lands bereft
Or moment-deft demise
Darling, dance on what yet is left
…a ballroom beneath skies

Weep not, my love, for scattered gold
Or green weaned of its sheen
Darling, the way to growing old
Is built on what has been

© Janet Martin

Thankful Hunger

I gleaned marigold seeds...because the neighbor was coming to plow the garden 
(another garden-year officially in the books)

 When I plant these seeds next spring, 
Lord willing, I will have a winter of Grandmother-hood behind me;-)

Sometimes I find myself
Looking at you
Through eyes of reluctant seeing
My little girl,
How swift Time drew
You to its constant fleeing

A clock gives no thought
To tick and tock
Or its Quick of imminent taking
Sometimes I find myself
Looking at you
As if suddenly I am waking

…to a world
Of foreign realities
Though time never estranges
My love for you;
I am introduced to
Its mystical exchanges

Where womanhood
Becomes you, oh,
Yet, I cannot help but hunger
In spite of my
Thankful and utter joy,
For days when we were younger

© Janet Martin

Maybe its looking after other mother's children,
Maybe its watching Matt and Victoria leave every morning,
Maybe its Melissa's phone-calls from TO,letting me know what's new, what-should-I-do? etc.
Maybe its listening to Emily's excitement of becoming a mother (in approx. 10 weeks, Lord Willing)
but sometimes Something jolts the air with thankful hunger...

From Time Forward...

 Today the sky rain-snows, hard, gray cold
 Yesterday the trees rained leaves of soundless gold
...but it is not Yesterday anymore

New indictments to endeavor
Graft dawn's charge to human hands
Until dark of dusk will sever
And relinquish its demands

Down the thoroughfare of ages
Runs a sage and common thread
In this war that Being wages
None can see what lies ahead

Fear, be not our mortal master
Lest they lead us to disaster

Love, be thou our purposed reason
Hope, be thou our Constant Stay
Where time’s circuit-tide of Season
Like leaf-song, soon dies away

From Time forward, be our vision
From Time forward, be our goal
From Time forward, be our mission
Where Death winnows all but soul

Awesome, awesome undertaking
Inhale, exhale, breath by breath
We approach life’s Utter Waking
Where will we be after Death?

© Janet Martin

 The end of all things is near. 
Therefore be clear-minded and sober, so you can pray.
Above all, love one another deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
Show hospitality to one another without complaining.

As good stewards of the manifold grace of God, each of you should use whatever gift he has received to serve one another.
If anyone speaks, he should speak as one conveying the words of God. 
If anyone serves, he should serve with the strength God supplies, 
so that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, 
to whom be the glory and the power forever and ever. 

 For it is time for judgment to begin with the family of God; 
and if it begins with us, what will the outcome be for those who disobey the gospel of God?
So then, those who suffer according to God’s will should entrust their souls to their faithful Creator and continue to do good.…

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


Dawn dwindles the dark
And swindles night's lea
And kindles the spark
Of what waits yet to be

We plunder its skies
With eyes wonder-shod
There thunders life’s prize
The kind mercy of God

© Janet Martin