Showing posts with label beginnings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beginnings. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Daily Celebration




Here are the two prompts for today:
  • Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
  • Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.


Each day is an invitation
To keep on keeping on
A daily celebration
Of what begins at dawn

Each day is a gift from heaven
To prove, lest we forget
Mercy’s soft salutation
We are not finished yet

Each day is like a secret
It spills from ether shells
The very Thing that keeps it
Is the very Thing that tells

© Janet Martin


Grand Victory





  PAD Challenge day 4 (two-for-Tuesday)

Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.






I guess we know
To begin again
Means simply to renew
With who we are
Right where we are
The best that we can do

To begin again
Is to remember
Lessons we have learned
Where we are wiser
Than we were
Through knowledge we have earned

An end, my friend
Is the beginning
Of what waits to be
And to begin again
Means winning
A grand victory



© Janet Martin

For All We Cannot See



  PAD Challenge day 4 (two-for-Tuesday)

Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.
 
 



Sometimes we try to fix our eyes only on what we see
The Prize, my love, is not unveiled until eternity

So while we cope and grope and hope, what blessed assurance this;
Our faithful God does not forget; He keeps His promises

Time; but the chime and mime of clocks; a grace-lent madrigal
Its end is the Beginning of what matters most of all

We cannot find true peace of mind until our will is bowed
To God, forgiver of our sins; but He resists the proud

Sometimes we try to fix our eyes and sighs on what we see

His love, oh, not his judgement, is salvation for mankind

This life begins in full, my love, when first we are set free
To trust our faithful God above for all we cannot see


© Janet Martin

 Therefore, with minds that are alert and fully sober, set your hope on the grace to be brought to you when Jesus Christ is revealed at his coming.

Miracle

 PAD Challenge day 4 (two-for-Tuesday)
Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.




Begin again;
One foot and then
The other,
That’s the way
For what seemed
Like the end
Last eve
Is a fresh start
Today

The miracle
Of time is this;
Where new
Is birthed
From old
With nothing more
Than dark that lifts
And fills
Its arc with gold


© Janet Martin


 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Caught in the Middle




OctPoWriMo: Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. ~Seneca


Past’s Ever-after births Before; the door after The End
Where closing one opens another; this is life, my friend
For Ending is beginning; nothing stays the same for long
Like grief; a revelation after laughter ends its song

The hue of morning-mercy opens the Gate of New Day
The blue of twilight closes it and brushes it away
Its circuit of survival a relentless Enterprise
Of moment-metered little life-and-deaths conceiving sighs

Darling, we met as strangers; once there was a Before You
And I was unaware of all there was I never knew
But Now I know there’ll never be an after void of this;
The Lorelei of Loving and the echo of its bliss

We are always in the middle of Time’s after and before
The End and The Beginning, a wraith-like rotating door
Where we can never fully tell if we are near or far
To the end or beginning of exactly where we are

Time wields an invitation that nobody can resist
We yield to its persuasion like a lover to a kiss
Where everything is a fine intermingling Mystic More
Of Now, after the After and yet always The Before


© Janet Martin