Friday, December 19, 2014

Mary Christmas...Today's Tweaked Christmas Poem Re-post


 





It happens every year
In spite of my intent
That to-do list with iron fist
Insists that I consent

And if I pay no heed
Then I fear that I might
Forget the Worth that came to earth
On that first Christmas night

Why do I rush about
Letting panic increase?
Jesus was born on Christmas morn
To give us hope and peace

And should I never pause
To sit at Jesus' knee
Then I have missed His greatest gift
In care’s futility

Will we kneel at His feet
Or fret in flurried fuss?
Will we be Martha or Mary?
The choice is up to us

© Janet Martin



At the Home of Martha and Mary: Luke 10:38-42

 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him.  She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,  but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.


At the Home of Martha and Mary: Luke 10:38-42

 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him.  She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,  but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” - See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/12/a-mary-christmas.html#sthash.hwdYZIMP.dpuf

Morning, Mercy's Favor




It's SO refreshing to see gold instead of gray on the morning skyline...


Morning wakes and gently breaks
Across bars that held the stars
Yesterday’s tomorrow splays
…virgin gold from heaven’s jars

Time’s sheer weight rolls through dawn’s gate
None can tell what rides its swell
We are guests of moment-quests
Beggars drinking from hope’s well

Hours open up like flow’rs
From the bastioned bud unfolds
Brilliant beauty spilling duty-
Petals from love’s ‘high-call holds’

Without measure mercy’s pleasure
Wills its treasure to the air
...moment-molds that grace unfolds
To favor with praise and prayer

© Janet Martin



I began writing this poem early but then needed to run some errands which included picking up dinner-rolls at a local bakery for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. They were sold out!!  so duty-beauty looks like dinner-roll dough in the making;)

 I've never made this recipe before but Emily (daughter) sent it to me the other day thinking I might like to try it, so if it turns out I'll share it later on...



The Dreamer Needs No Stars to See





Night lays blue bars across the stars
It fills the hills with darker dark
No color taunts our gaze with wants
Its solitude sterile and stark

The heart has eyes; when daylight dies
And lies beneath dusk’s epitaph
Ah, then the dreamer dreams his dreams
He needs no stars to light this path

There is no near or far, my dear
Where thought is a chariot of fire
The human soul naught can console
Save that of relinquished desire

The air is deep with cots of sleep
But sleep is for weary and wise
The dreamer dips his fingertips
Into the ink of starless skies

...and there he wills from nocturne quills
Whispers wafting on onyx reels
But what he knows cannot compose
The utterance of all he feels

© Janet Martin