Thursday, October 23, 2014

As in The Days of Old...

 

Just as in the days of old
Things are much the same today
God is in control and we
are called to trust Him and obey

Just as in the days of old
We can not full understand
Thoughts of God, but this we know
We are under His command

Then, fear not what man may do
They can never touch the Whole
God is love; He sees into 
Depths where flesh harbors the soul

so, just as in the days of old
Things are much the same today
God is in control and we
are called to trust Him and obey

Janet~

We were talking about what happened yesterday
and what may lie in the days ahead.
We came to the conclusion of Blessed Assurance.
Just as Noah didn't fully understand why he needed to build an ark,
Or how old childless Abraham didn't understand how his seed would number more than the stars (and SO many more accounts  of faith) Heb. 11
... all they did was trust God and obey, so it is today.

Seeing Rob and Emily off today as the fly to Nova Scotia for a visit with Rob's family!
See you later!




Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Five-o-clock Fall




 (this poem began stirring as I picked up my son at work last eve, but I couldn't commit to shaping it)


Autumn drinks daylight, its pale light soon stinted
Blue tumbled wind-song unravels in poem
Ribbon of wood-smoke climbs five-o-clock ladders
Lamp-light warms windows with home sweet, sweet home

Lush landscape mellows, chartreuse and bronzed yellows
Petrifies pastures where laughter of plume
Scattered through summer in murmurs of purple
…now every tree is a flow’r in full bloom

Dusk is a shepherd soft ushering shadows
Into a fold where Time’s gathered flocks sleep
Rivers of umber and russet rush softly
Beneath the fever of five-o-clock feet

Supper-aroma keens crisp chill with hunger
Dark-brooding dirge of farewell is unfurled
In tick-tock tempo, daylight is dismantled
Falling like leaves in a five-o-clock world

© Janet Martin

 I was drinking in the muted colors of dusk as we drove when Matt said "I'm pumped!" 
when I asked him why he grinned and replied,
"supper!!"

Remember those days when cool autumn sparked wild appetite?!
I loved coming in from the crisp outdoors to the smells of supper. 
Here and there houses were dark but for the most part lights warmed home windows and seemed to murmur supper-time.

In the Unwrapping of It...





 Gold gift wrapping is such a treat after wet gray!


It sweeps from brinks of death, soft pink
And nudges yesterday
With its cravat of this and that
To frontiers far away

From ether plains God’s grace sustains
The twinkle in His eye
It fills the earth; mercy and mirth
Paint laugh-lines on the sky

Now gently He unveils the lea
And draws across the hill
New testaments of Providence
Where hope and heartache spill

This is the day the Lord has made
A gift to you and me
May we with prayer and utter care
Unwrap it reverently

© Janet Martin

 He has caused his wonders to be remembered; the LORD is gracious and compassionate.
 Ps.111:4

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Intangible Winnowing...





Sometimes I feel its blue pour through
The cracks that let the sunlight in
And all along the corridor of middle day
The rain drops grin

Sometimes the mosaic of moments
Bleeds and blurs; fall, winter, spring
And summer like a kaleidoscope of color, swirls
And twirls and spins

Sometimes the emptiness of want
Is filled with the intangible
Awareness that nothing stays long, save
Consequence infallible

Sometimes, it is enough to reel
Beneath the surreal winnowing
Of sand within the hour-glass; we pass but once
This way of things

© Janet Martin



In His Hands...





We are in His hands
No need for us to hold
The bleeding weight of shifting sands
For God is in control

We are in His hands
In spite of storm-tossed grief
The wind and waves heed His command
‘Lord, help mine unbelief’

We are in His hands
No sweeter peace can be
Than to entrust to Him the strands
Weaving eternity

We are in His hands
Faith, hope and love abide
Within the keep of He who stands
Within life’s tempest-tide

We are in His hands
No need for us to know
The bleeding way of shifting sands
God will not let us go

© Janet Martin



He said to them, "Why are you afraid, you men of little faith?" Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and it became perfectly calm. The men were amazed, and said, "What kind of a man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?" Matt. 8:26-27

And Jesus said to him, "'If You can?' All things are possible to him who believes." Immediately the boy's father cried out and said, "I do believe; help my unbelief." When Jesus saw that a crowd was rapidly gathering, He rebuked the unclean spirit, saying to it, "You deaf and mute spirit, I command you, come out of him and do not enter him again."…Mark 9:23-25

For All Those Things We Cannot Change





For all those things we cannot change
And all those things we do not know
For facts than none can rearrange
Of holding near or letting go
For high and low and in between
For faith and hope to cheer this day
For peace in spite of the unseen
We can do but one thing; we pray 

...and we pray, not to gods we see
Of sticks and stones or bricks and clay
We pray to He who tends the tree
And breaks the dark to light the day
We pray to He who sees beneath
The veil of flesh from heaven's throne
No frantic last resort is He
Who understands our wordless groan

No plea too great, no cry too small
This God who bends the wind, cups seas
Hears each sincere and selfless call
In Him there are no 'least of these'
So, for those things so hard to bear
Or understand, God grant that we
Within the solace of a prayer
May trust the answers, Lord, to Thee

© Janet Martin

Aren't you glad we can 'carry everything to God in prayer'?