Friday, March 22, 2019


 No matter how long ago a Book was written, when it is Truth it is timeless.
I was marveling to someone how so much of what is written in the book
A Man called Peter is still as relevant today as then...
And then it hit me; because it is truth and truth is Timeless.

No wonder Jesus said, 
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.
Matt. 24:35

Ah, trustworthy Truth with nothing to hide
Where man can find comfort in Time's dogged tide
In a world of confusion and ignorance
Truth flies the banner of deliverance
Truth flies the banner of God's assurance!

This is a page-spread from Peter Marshall's Sermon
The American Dream preached in the late 30's to early or mid-40's
yet seems spoken for today!
 (click on image to enlarge)

Always unhindered
Through summer and winter
Tick-tock’s ready tinder
Kindles steady change
Where future-faced forces
From past-based resources
Cannot thwart the courses
Fools try to derange  

Always unflinching
Through whirling and inching
Unfurling and cinching
Where tides tug and chase
As over and under
And through us the thunder
Of moments woo wonder
New moments replace

Always unmoving
Its evidence proving
In spite of man’s ruling
The matters of fact
Where all else estranges
What all else exchanges
But all of time’s changes
Leaves the truth intact

© Janet Martin

For the Whole American Dream message click here

Of Heart-parts and Footfalls

 Celebrated three birthdays yesterday; 
Always a reminder of Time's precious,swift gift!

No time like the present to make the most of It!

My, the heart can throb with wonder
My the heart can ache with care
My, how it can quake and thunder
As we press it into prayer

My, time’s force of doors is subtle
My, the course of life is brief
Bitty baby kiss and cuddle
Before love’s incumbent grief

My, the matrix of Mere Moment
Steals our breath with death’s approach
Soft its seasons seal and augment
Present where Unknowns encroach

My, the mold that holds soul’s Bearing
Shaping names and frames we hug
Always keeps the heart preparing
For love’s next confounding tug

My, the Time we have is precious
Mortal with Immortal shod
Where the quick of tick-tock ushers
Every footfall back to God

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Let's Just Wait And See...

So, after getting winter-weary spring-wishers all excited a month ago because they predicted a swift, sudden mid-March spring, forecasters are now predicting a 'slower than expected start to spring in Ontario'! which makes me repeat what I always do when I hear a long-term forcast; 
"let's just wait and see" Today I read that Ontarions can perhaps expect a cooler than normal summer.  A month ago someone told me they heard we might have the hottest summer on record yet! 
I guess we;ll have to wait and see!
Today, BTW, was GORGEOUS!

Below is a delightful few lines from the book Bella Tuscany by Frances Mayes

Oh, let’s just wait and see
To guess at what may be
Is but to miss This Thing That Is
Slipping from you and me

Oh, let’s not fuss and fret
With words like What If, Yet
Let’s raise a cheer for Now and Here’s
Lithe bow and pirouette

Let loving fingers trace
This Very Present grace
Before we hold the ether gold
That softly took its place

So, let’s just smile and nod
As on we press and plod
Let’s make the best of Now’s request
And leave the rest to God

© Janet Martin

March Gardens

 "Oh my, Mom!" exclaimed my eldest daughter yesterday as I showed her my 'empty canvas'
(thanks to water troubles that began our new year!)
" I have to say a lot of words come to my mind before 'empty canvas' 
but if that's what you see then, great!"
( I use 'water-troubles' carefully because right now 
our hearts/prayers are with those in flooded Nebraska!)

 Don't you just LOVE March gardens? 
They bloom perfectly from books spread on tables and
in dream-lands without dirt!

From the forge of ice and snow
Gorgeous dreams of flowers flow
Gushing like a rainbow brook
Through thought’s every nook and crook

Time has tamed the wilding gale
Coaxed warm raindrop from its wail
Hope unfolds, gold-violet-vined
In grand gardens of the mind

Fantasy finds Brigadoon
Perfect blue-green afternoon
Hillside almost-heaven splays
Apple-blossomed milky ways

Happiness sings like a lark
Spring and morning meet its mark
Laughter is a daffodil
Where winter has lost its will

© Janet Martin

Look! Sweet Spring Is Here

Night melts like a pink popsicle
Gilding land and sea with bronze
Look, where darkness hung its mantle
Now the light of new day dawns

Moments meting want and worry
Melt like snowflakes on the tongue
Look, from winter’s frigid flurry
Surf and sod of spring is wrung

Where star-dust fell from yon rafter
Heaven spills a sun-beam urn
Look, the mute brook fills with laughter
As the sight of spring’s return

Look, where dormant tresses tremble
Hollows hint at halos, green
Look, where barren branch and bramble
Soon will be a blossom-queen

Look, where hope replaces hunger
Look where white worlds disappear
Look, where everything seems younger
Because spring, sweet spring is here

© Janet Martin