Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts

Friday, March 18, 2022

Love's Sweet Assurance



I enjoy watching golf, partly because it's so easy
to get emotionally connected to the highs and lows
of those little white balls and the drivers behind them...
I also find so many metaphors for life in the game
with its challenging courses, 
the exhilaration of an eagle, 
and the frustration of the bogie

What a competition it was last week
 for all who participated in the Players Championship 
finally completed on Monday!

And of course, tears at both ends of the emotional spectrum;
Anhirban Lahiri's tears of disappointment in loss...

and Cameron Smith's tears of joy in victory!


(Big hug from mom)


Cameron Smith, when interviewed, told reporters that the
joy of the win is secondary to the joy of being able to see
his mom and sister face to face for the first time in two years
due to covid restrictions.(he now lives in Florida)

 (smiles and tears from girlfriend, sister and mother)

His mother and sister flew in from Australia a few hours earlier
to share what turned out to be a celebration with the Champion!
Isn't it wonderful to have love's sweet assurance no matter 
what the results of a day's effort brings?
Love shares in both highs and lows of life💓💔

Here's to all our personal 'Sawgrass 17th holes

We are all in a Challenge with very grave stakes...
Imagine if we put the time and passion/effort into training like top athletes do!
And for the victor, oh the joy of that face to face meeting at last!

This life of highs and lows composes opportunity
To help us stop to smell the roses midst adversity
To let our words and meditation honor He who grants
His gift of grace, salvation, to the sinner who repents

This life of hope and heartache is a course of down-and-up
One copes with loss and heartbreak while one hoists the winner’s cup
But all of us are equal in the eyes of He who holds
Soul’s very sacred sequel to Time’s very temp’ral molds

This life of want and wonder thunders with faith’s wait-and-see
Time’s little haunt of hunger harbours immortality
Where the gift of salvation is no temporary prize
But seals our vindication through Lamb’s blood that justifies

This life of Good misunderstood and dreams never come true
Could drive us to despair and would faith’s quest for Best undo
Without love's sweet assurance proclaimed by Jesus, our Lord
All who run with endurance will receive Endless Reward

© Janet Martin

Heb.12:1-3
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, 
let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. 
And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
 2fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. 
For the joy set before him he endured the cross, 
scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
 3Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, 
so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.






Tuesday, June 22, 2021

The Farewell We Are In...


Whenever I see the peonies begin to wilt and wither
I'm filled with a sense of loss...




Loss tends to make us bend a little closer to the bloom
To revel in the fragrant folds falling from summer’s loom
How subtle whirs the shuttle taming tendrils of the vine
Into a paisley fretwork of echo-woven design

Loss tends to make us kinder where we had been blind before
To how swift petals fade and fall to bloom for-nevermore
Whether the loss we suffer is a friend or season-flit
We find our hearts grow softer in the aftermath of it

Loss tends to make us more aware and thankful for Today
That ever- fleeting chariot that draws the years away
Filled with a holy hunger we can never quite appease
While petals fall from flowers like hours to memories

Loss tends to make us mindful of a deeper sense of Now
Its sorrow seems to kindle sweeter happiness somehow
As we learn to live slower and take time to take time in
Because Loss tends to tune us to the Farewell we are in

© Janet Martin

But as I mourn the end of another peony season I turn to
see that once again, the lily-lanterns are lit...


Loss tends to make us bend a little closer to the bloom...



The grass withers, the flower fades, 
But the word of our God stands forever.”
Isa.40:8

Friday, April 2, 2021

Yet Hope Lives

 


(my brother's grandson)

In Memory of Cody Troy
August 27, 2019-March 28,2021

Yet Hope Lives

When God reaches down from Heaven
For a child, so sweet and fair
Hearts with sorrow’s pangs are riven
We are tempted to despair
When death claims a life so tender
Grief is raw and tender too
Yet Hope lives as we remember
Where this little angel flew

Safe within the arms of Jesus
Is the little child He lent
For a little while to please us
And make homes and hearts content
Gifting gladness with their laughter
Weaving through grief’s agonies
Fond echoes that linger after
Touch has turned to memories

God ordains our days of passage
Before one has come to be
Some He spares from life’s cruel heartaches
Some must suffer patiently
So, by grace that we are given
We will hope and not despair
When God reaches down from Heaven
For a child so sweet and fair

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

The Gain of Loss

 



The pain of loss grants gain because we start to realize
That all we have God’s goodness gave; the prelude to The Prize
When we shall see His majesty then we will understand
How loss was but love’s albatross before the Promised Land

When deathless soul flies to its goal like a bird from a cage
Then we will see faith’s Mystery unfold on Heaven’s stage
The pain of loss that shaped the cross that we are called to bear
Will melt like snow when warm winds blow as we shed ev’ry care

The pain of loss carries an awesome opportunity
To lean on He who calms the sea and keens humility
for mortal mold of have and hold is but the brief prelude
That shapes and hones the steppingstones to endless gratitude

The pain of loss may vex and toss the heart with want and woe
Until we cling, through suffering to He who loves us so
And thus begin to hate the sin of selfishness and pride
And look with awe at He who saw our need and did provide


© Janet Martin

 But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ.  
 Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth 
of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. 
For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish,
 in order that I may gain Christ  and be found in him,
 not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, 
but that which comes through faith in Christ, 
the righteousness from God that depends on faith— 
Eph.3:7-9




Wednesday, March 11, 2020

When What We Have Is Taken...


 Whatever the scale of the losses we suffer
 may it be the means to opening our eyes/faith to what/Who remains!


When what we had is taken it may make us feel bereft
Or cause us to awaken to how much we still have left
Matters of fact seem harsh sometimes in worlds subject to change
We grapple with what dawn unwinds and twilight will estrange

When what we had is taken we begin to realize
That until faith is shaken who can tell its honest size
Shall we accept only the good from Whom all blessings flow
If so, I am afraid we would forget how much we owe

…to He who gave His best to save us from eternal Worst
And sent His Son to brave the cross to rescue souls, death-cursed
Ah, faith is not for feeble-minded fortune-hunting clods
It tests we, prone to flawed, sight-blinded love of lesser gods

Each good and perfect gift is from above, its mercies spill
From He who does not shift or change, like shadows on the hill
Where we, never forsaken sometimes let our love grow dim
Till what we have is taken to awaken us to Him

© Janet Martin

Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial;
 for once he has been approved, 
he will receive the crown of life which 
the Lord has promised to those who love Him.
James 1:12 

 Every good and perfect gift is from above, 
coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, 
who does not change like shifting shadows.
James 1:17 



Sunday, December 8, 2019

Tick-tock's Undertow



It's quiet save the sound of the clock's tick-tock!

 Sometimes we wish for more 'bloom' as it fades
until we mourn the loss of one who never got the chance to fully fade or even begin to fade!
 Tonight the ache of mourning is raw as we enfold a widow in our congregation
in tears and prayer...

Growing old does not stop
Until God wills it so
The momentum of tick and tock
A profound undertow
Where choice and circumstance
Adeptly intertwines
As we grapple with what God grants
While youth its bloom resigns

To make each moment count
Is more than a cliché
They are the sparkles from a fount
That never hits replay
Therefore we ought to prize
The gift of growing old
And kindly, humbly recognize
Time slipping through our hold

The ache for those we love
Who have gone on before
Keens a scared awareness of
What was and is no more
Where, as the seasons pass
We come to realize
How swift the sand runs through the glass
That drains the fountain dry

Dear Lord, bless those who mourn
For friend or family
Lord, heal the heart broken and torn
By sorrow’s agony
Awake in us hope’s boast
As by your grace we go
And teach us how to make the most
Of tick-tock’s undertow

© Janet Martin



 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, 
for He who promised is faithful.
Heb.10:23


Sunday, April 8, 2018

Holes Beyond Mending...



PAD Challenge day 8: For today’s prompt, write a family poem.
The first thing that comes to our thoughts this morning with the word 'family'
is all the families in mourning over loss of loved ones.
A nation mourns with them

Image result for humboldt broncos 


We mourn
Hearts torn
By kindred grief
For those who weep but cannot find
For comfort, hope
For tears, relief
For agony,
Sweet peace of mind

We look
And love
With meeker heart
When comes The Parting; who can tell?
When fabric of
Life’s live-
laugh-love
Leaves a big hole nothing can fill

We pray
The grace
And love of God
To bind the wounds too deep for word
As voice
Form, touch
Of one beloved
Will nevermore be felt, seen, heard

We think;
Ah death,
You stir each breath
With awareness of What Comes Next
The thread
Betwixt
What Then and This
May sever when we least expect

© Janet Martin

 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

 Psalm 145:18
The LORD is near to all who call upon Him, To all who call upon Him in truth.

Ps.34:18
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.