Standing on the Edge...of Eternity

"I don't like thinking about it. It makes my head hurt" said Victoria the other day as we tried to imagine the vastness of Eternity.

Brief Prelude

They flow, breath-whispers winnowing our days

Swift hours tinted with love’s sundry hues

A kaleidoscope of purple, pinks and blues

The golden-bronze, the scarlet autumn blaze

And here within its trial and error leap

Within its planting and its gathering

We bear life’s laughter and its suffering

Praying the Lord His faithful watch to keep

For this is a brief prelude to the Place

Where we will set aside earth’s wants and woes

How soft and keen its moment-measure flows

A vapor-rush of Love’s mercy and grace

Before we join the ranks gone on before

Into the fathoms of Forevermore

The dew upon the grass soon disappears

The fragrance of its gleam evaporates

This life is like a drop that dissipates

In quickened murmuring of days and years…

© Janet Martin

yes, that old quote is true; We grow too soon old and too late smart...

Where Heroes are Born...

 

 Image source and stories

It is not on a sweet,

Still,

Soft and

Peaceful

Coral morn

That this world’s heroes

Are born…

No, it is

In the hard-core

Life-and-death decisions

Of putting others before

Self

Where flesh is sacrificed, scarred

And torn

Here; this is where

Heroes are born

© Janet Martin

The pictures out of Oklahoma in the past few days are heart-wrenching!



Our prayers continue.

Beneath the Arch of Azure Sky...

Beneath the arch of azure sky

Against earth’s dappled green we lie

A little cloud, a little sun

And so another day is done

Beneath the arch of azure sky

The bud unfolds, then blooms and dies

A little rain, a little sun

And so another spring is done

Beneath the arch of azure sky

We join the moments drifting by

A little pain, a little fun

And so another life is done

Beneath the arch of azure sky

A mother hears her baby cry

A little rain, a little sun

For this new life that has begun

© Janet Martin

We never know what will be told

as this day's story-line unfolds

But this we know, in Whom we trust

To Him we yield our thoughts of dust...

My hearts and prayers are with the suffering in Oklahoma tonight! 

Lady Spring

There is no lady quite like you

You flaunt earth’s purest green and blue

You wear an apple-blossom crown

And flare your dandelion gown

There is no lady quite as fair

As she with lilacs in her hair

And stately tulips round her feet

Where soil and toil and wonder meet

There is no lady quite as dear

As she with petals in her tear

Earth laughs to see her dance and sing

Across the land; fair Lady Spring

© Janet Martin

Oh Love, from Whence Comest Thou?

Oh Love that formed us in Thy depth of holy thought and will

Oh Love that shed Thy blood upon Golgotha’s lonely hill

Oh Love that breathes Thy spirit into all who will believe

Oh Love, our sacred merit as Thy fullness we receive

Oh Love that gives us purpose for each task both great and small

Oh Love, faithful through ages while earth’s kingdoms rise and fall

Oh Love, of greater portion than our meager minds can grasp

Oh Love, faithful assurance as its Mystery we clasp

Oh Love, Alpha, Omega, the Beginning and the End

For who is more supreme than Thee, the sinner’s gentle Friend?

Oh Love, who taught Thee how to love; from whence was Thy lot cast?

Love transcends, beneath, above; ‘I AM the First and Last’

© Janet Martin

The university professor attempted to describe agape Love without God...and failed.