Saturday, September 12, 2015


God opens dawn's door with holy fire to our Forward-facing flight...

When reflecting on life I am so thankful we cannot return, (even if there are times and places we miss)
we only, always move forward, living not in what will be or what was, but What Is!
I hope your Saturday and weekend grants awareness of God's Grandeur...

(I have a few teen-age male 'bakers' about to take over my kitchen for a while. I better ske-daddle!
They are participating in a Men's Dessert Challenge our church is hosting tonight as part of our fall kick-off celebrations.)

The waking hour broods above
Time's over, gone-and-done
Its carriage primed to carry us
Forward. None can return
To grovel or gloat in what was
This forward-facing flight
 Adheres to Eden's changeless laws
Of morning, noon and night

 Come, all aboard and on and up
Time's one-way thoroughfare
Proceeds from Mercy's lenient cup
And who of us will dare
To challenge He who ordains it?
And who is left behind?
Not one. Life's forward-faced frigate
Cuts virgin swathes through Time 

 ...where all that we have said and done
Is scattered in its wake
This Chariot of Fire, love
Denudes with Past, our Take
And none can erase or replace
One moment-drop. A flood 
From lips and finger-tips; thus grace
 Moves forward. God is good

Janet Martin~

God's grandeur of grace moves us forward with holy, holy, holy...awe!

Here is the poem from the photo above...

God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.


  1. I haven't read the Gerard Manley Hopkins poem in a couple of years even though I am so fond of it. I would love to hear someone with a good reading voice read it aloud. It was especially good to read it after watching the distressing news last evening: fire, flood, polar ice caps melting..."The Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. Thank you, Janet.

    1. Isn't that last line a comforting picture?! In spite of everything going on He is God!!

    2. p.s. another of my favorite lines in Gerard's poem is, 'and for all this Nature is never spent'


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!