Saturday, February 6, 2016

Ever-present Essence of Something More

Earth slumbers beneath a blanket of stars
Time’s numbered days dwindle; dawn drains night’s bars
Darkness recedes, heaven's ebb of high tide
Unveiling streets, cities, and countryside

Oh, winter-white wonder, oh, green garb of spring
Oh, blue and gold summer, oh fall Color King
What gossamer law through thy fleet bearing weaves
Bud full of blossom to mud full of leaves

Time is no mere decoration of trees
More than a circuit of sun over seas
Or rose-blush rush toward age-sallow skin
Time runs its bow over earth’s violin

…composing a lifetime, chords of a clock
Toll, a grand metronome, tick-tock, tick-tock
Tugs ever closer that last curtain-fall
Time is a kiss on the cheek of death’s pall

Buckets and mops, mortgages, dinner, crops
Time is much more these mundane non-stops
While light swindles stars and spring kindles sod
Time dwindles in numbered days back to God

© Janet Martin

A person's days are determined; 
you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed.
Job 14:5

Well, I'm off to buckets and mops and dinner-prep non-stops...for now:)

Have a Happy Saturday!

Our Saturday is covered in a fresh sweep of snow. 
Last night its big flakes filled the dark as if heaven spilled a jar of cotton-balls! 

Friday, February 5, 2016


Quiet sleeps the valley
Cloud-storm skims yon hills
 Dark defines the shadow
Bright, light of day spills

Laughter sparkles upward
Down the mute tear falls
Overhead blue heavens
Beneath, brown grave-walls

Toil, gift born from God’s curse
Play, an aimless loll
Around us, life witnessed
Within, unseen Soul

Life so full of breathing
Death, last breath unfurled 
Hope, a brimming chalice
Fear, a stricken world

Love, like a lark singing
Loneliness, a cloud
Yesterday, a memory
Tomorrow, a shroud

© Janet Martin

It takes one to realize the other...

Of Desire and Discernment

 1 Cor.8:1-3 KJV

So much to do
Love fills life with zest
But don’t let its Good
Crowd out its Best

So much to see
Of God’s handiwork
But don’t let wonder
Take the place of His Word

So much to read
Wherever we look
But none like the pages
In God’s Holy Book

So much to learn
So much to be
Before we meet God
And eternity

So much to do
But futile unless
We discern from good
That we need The Best

© Janet Martin

Inspired by This

More Than Anything...

It waits at each turn
A four-letter surprise
In threads of heaven-
Lent paradise

Sometimes it tastes
Like the coffee you brought
After picking up two
‘On second thought’

I’ve seen it
Heaped on a laundry-room floor
A cotton-tossed sea
Where life-echoes roar

In school-work on tables
In dream-dust that wafts
Restless with green hope
Far away, hunger-soft

Four-letter heart-storm
As you rush in
To declare that you found
A whisker on your chin

And you grab Dad’s razor
So eager to shave
I’ve held its whole world
In a ‘see-you, mom’ wave

…and suffered the subtle
Undoing of heart
As its strings bind closer
What life tugs apart

It spills in bills and in
Stripped cookie jars
It thrills the common
In eyes kissed with stars

It shatters life-silences
Scatters 'stuff' about
Out-poured, it refills
What we cannot live without

Thank-you God, more than anything
This is enough
To be part of a beautiful
Picture called Love

© Janet Martin

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Beneath a Common Sky...

We fight. The flight of night to day to night
Falls over cobblestone where our feet
Fly over thoroughfares of dying light
Dusk is a pink pool cooling sunburned street

Raw readiness of what must be competes
With vesture vexing touch like dust of stars
As infrastructure of eons repeats
The emptying of light from heaven-jars

From Betrayed to Betrayer, azure splay
Falls until heaven’s deep is overcome
And darksome chalice brims with light of day
It spills through velvet black, hangs up the sun

Then, what was birthed in Eden carries on
We toil. The plight of Adam’s curse remains
Beneath a common sky we hail dusk, dawn
That spawns what God’s Tremendous Love sustains

© Janet Martin

"Well, the way I see it", said a boy in my Sun. School class as we discussed the fall and Punishment, "women sure got off a lot easier than men. Women just have to suffer once in a while but men have to suffer every day!"
Referring to this passage in Gen.3:16-17
To the woman He said, "I will greatly multiply Your pain in childbirth, In pain you will bring forth children; Yet your desire will be for your husband, And he will rule over you." Then to Adam He said, "Because you have listened to the voice of your wife, and have eaten from the tree about which I commanded you, saying, 'You shall not eat from it'; Cursed is the ground because of you; In toil you will eat of it All the days of your life.