Thursday, May 25, 2017

Time To Pray

 I love the Lord, for he heard my voice;
    he heard my cry for mercy. 
 Because he turned his ear to me,
    I will call on him as long as I live.

With all this distraction, attraction, oh my
That spreads out its daily buffet
Sometimes it’s easy to understand why
We don’t take enough time to pray

With all of life’s coming and going and thus
That rallies to quicken the day
I think it behooves every one of us
To ponder how much time we pray

With all of the love that God grants faithfully
With all of the hope, help and care
I wonder how much less distressed we would be
If we spent more time with Him in prayer

Futile the bubble of darling daydreams
 What fort in trouble are they?
More, more than ever before it seems
The world needs more warriors who pray

The Lord does not forget or leave us
Oh, what comfort for our day to day
What a friend we have in Jesus
We should take more time to pray

© Janet Martin

Lots of lovely hymns pertaining to prayer

Wednesday, May 24, 2017


 I wrote the first half of this poem this morning and the latter half this evening after a flower-splashed  chatter-and-laughter-busy day...
My morning plan; to see those 'wild orchards' in the distance up close this eve, but rain 'intervened'

The bloom that harbors harvest tune fills orchard-rooms with hope
The boon that breaks the bud draws eyes to plush, blush-shrouded slope
Spring’s hour-glass spills flowers to bowers, long bare and grim
Where earth is like a belfry tower chiming nature’s hymn

This place where human race parades their promenade of days
Is so much more than that which panoramic past portrays
Beneath the bending breath that brims with life, man picks a path
And oh, how awesome is the outcome of its aftermath

The hill is like a lap of green where spring has sprung as last
The heart is like a clapping queen because winter is past
The morn is like a newborn, time-worn steppingstone, its course
A season- wending passageway back to Beginning’s source

Plenty to do with willing hands to do it; what a gift
For we are not to live like little pontoons set adrift
But with hope’s holy hunger passion’s purest purpose prove
Our greatest attribute and offering in life, this; love

Hello, farewell the bell of twilight tolls a tender lay
The skyline is a masterpiece of black on soft rose`
The perpendicularity of hold and letting go
Is like a violinist playing star-strings, sweet and slow

The earth feels lonelier beneath dark vesper-velveteen
Heaven seems nearer now than when the world is blue and green
Away, away the day is shushed into eternity
We clutch at pretty petals fallen from its flower-tree

© Janet Martin

Monday, May 22, 2017

The Irony of Joy

I wish I could post the video of this finch singing for joy 
but that part on my blog does not work right now:(

In serving others love grants joy
For selfish quests can never fill
The void that grasps at dust’s decoy
That seems a better Thing until
Self tries and tries and tries again
To please with pompous pelf, in vain

…for Self cannot be satisfied
Nor will its revelries be stilled
While it worships idols of pride
Want’s hunger cannot be fulfilled
Until Self learns how to believe
Better to give than to receive’

What irony, this tested truth
The more we give the more we get
Though self, oft greedy and uncouth
Is unwilling to submit yet
oh, when it does, Surrender sings
With joy that serving others brings

© Janet Martin

Falling Away...

Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.
1 Cor.16:13

They cry for peace and scorn its Giver; fertilizing grief
They cry for truth and trample it with mutant disbelief
They cry for hope but do not understand its Hands nail-scarred
They cry for love but hate the One who is its very Word
They cry for joy while they destroy its temple with deceit
The cry for help while Mercy spreads its Stay beneath their feet

…while knowledge thirsts for more than college seems able to give
While hunger wails for more than food to find a way to live
While The One Way to peace-truth-hope-love-joy-help seems too hard
They weep and mourn and beat The Door that they themselves have barred

© Janet Martin

 Now we beseech you, brethren, by the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, and by our gathering together unto him,
 That ye be not soon shaken in mind, 
or be troubled, 
neither by spirit, 
nor by word, 
nor by letter as from us, 
as that the day of Christ is at hand.
Let no man deceive you by any means: 
for that day shall not come, 
except there come a falling away first, 
and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;

2 Thess.2:1-3 KJV