Awareness of Greatness

Awareness of Greatness far-more than mere words can descry

Surges within this cage of skin where Want and Worship vie

Our understanding babbles; vexed by what thought cannot grip

Yet one glimpse is enough to concede a Supreme Lordship

The wheel of nature’s season-reel drips, we behold with awe

What mankind cannot fluster nor usurp; a higher law

Mutes mustered explanation, save for One; as we applaud

With sacred salutation the awareness of Him; God

Time’s melody of moments spills a gossamer incline

Where we are prone to distraction as on and up we climb

Still, who but fools dares to ignore the Hand that bore, for Grace

The agony of nails pierced through, yet holds the stars in space?

Oh, God forbid we put a lid on Awareness of He

Who stokes the depths of darkness where the Light of day breaks free

And even though the tongue may boast and scorn, somewhere within

Awareness of Greatness persists; a Conqueror of sin

For who can heal body and soul, or appeal life from sod?

And who can save from Hades grave, But One; the Lord our God?

Tell me then, who among us can His magnitude perceive?

Awareness of Greatness persuades the wise man to believe

© Janet Martin

"See now that I myself am he! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to life, I have wounded and I will heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand.
 Deut.32:39

"We are living in the last days" announced Matt at the supper table, "but who knows how long the 'last days' will be?"

What happened? I ask, and he explains how some of his teachers (and then, many students) scoff at the idea that anyone would still believe in a God who created heaven and earth!

Why, I wondered, do they apply themselves so vehemently to disprove Something they claim does not exist?!Could it be A Greater Awareness?

Above all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come, scoffing and following their own evil desires. 2 Pet.3:3

Deuteronomy 32:39-43

³⁹ See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.

⁴⁰ For I lift up my hand to heaven, and say, I live for ever.
⁴¹ If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me.
⁴² I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the beginning of revenges upon the enemy.
⁴³ Rejoice, O ye nations, with his people: for he will avenge the blood of his servants, and will render vengeance to his adversaries, and will be merciful unto his land, and to his people.

Almost Alone at Almost Midnight

The raving air where winter-tree skeletal ranks stand guard

Wraps night around the near and far of hollow, hill and yard

The iron sky of morn-til-nigh recants its stone-faced quest

Where ‘now I lay me down to sleep’ tucks twilight to its rest

Dark’s curb-less sea rolls in with ease to snuff dusk’s remnant gleam

As day’s familiarities are caught up in its stream

And on the verge twixt yesterday and morrow, the ballast

Holding today in place must soon tender it to the past

The quickening of everything is amplified as night

Extinguishes the pictures that fill windows by daylight

The vantage-point of sun at noon is filled with moon and stars

And midnight is a Brigadoon for wide-eyed foreigners

The clock may spell the hour in the belfry tower, still

The dark will drape Her cape across the face of it until

The impulse of something that nighttime never could resist

Breathes soft upon the skyline where the dark is morning-kissed

© Janet Martin

For Those WhoThink They Drink Too Much... Ink

Eventually we hit a funk

Both Muse and magic go ker-plunk

‘I think I thunk too much’, Thought growls

Word-drunk on consonants and vowels

Janet~

Having a little fun with Phoenix Risings Reason for Rhyme Thyme, oops I mean, theme, of the week;-0

Wanna play?

Huh?
Eh?

Indescribable Gift

On Sunday our pastor challenged us to ponder how the impact of Saving Grace affects our worldview, or does it? So I have been pondering grace, challenged then, by the way I respond to life...oh, oh, how I need grace! but because of grace I am not a lost cause. Hallelujah!

Patience is the off-spring of grace applied.

Forgiveness is grace-in-motion.

God's grace disciplines to refine, not reject!

Until we begin to glimpse the gift of grace we have received, it is hard to be truly gracious to others.

Grace is the gift that grants eternal Pardon removing the right to hold a grudge or judge.
Grace is a Potter reshaping life and death.

As we begin to grasp the fullness

Of what 'Saved by Grace' entails

Life becomes a walk of worship

To the One who never fails

As we begin to glimpse the greatness

Of a gift we cannot earn

Life becomes a precious offering

Merited by Grace alone

As we begin to grip the garment

Once red-scarlet, white as snow

Life becomes a humble wearing

of the Grace whereby we go

Janet~

God's endless grace ought to compel in us an endless expression of endless awe!

 Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift! 2 Cor.9:15

Gray Morning or Grace-Morning

God "is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us." (Ephesians 3:20).

Morning holds the door wide open

Beckoning to want and need

Still, I linger, meekly groping

For permission to proceed

Saturday’s sapphire plantation

Wears a shroud of leaden gray

Where the ink of thought’s persuasion

Grapples with yester-dismay

For it knows soon touch will sully

Dawn’s unblemished page of Grace

Enter Fear, a feckless bully

Robbing me of would-be Faith

But then Someone’s Presence cheers me

Where man’s whispers are inept

Frays of fumbled prayer, God hears me

Far beyond thought’s scant precept

Mercy holds the door wide open

Beckoning to want and need

So, I grasp the Hand of Hope and

By His grace, humbly proceed

© Janet Martin

 

Of Moment-hulls

What just a few short hours ago

Was burgeoning and full

Has dropped its petals to the snow

Like autumn’s emptied hull

There is no rewind button, oh

No ‘redo’ or ‘retrace’

When all is said and done, my love

Our only hope is grace

The after-math of moments, dear

Flows far beyond our reach

Their stumbles keep us humble with

The lessons that they teach

And were it not for tears that flow

Our laughter would be dull

Thus is the touch-taste-have-and-hold

Of every moment-hull

We cannot press into the pod

The seed that falls away

Each moment is a gift, to God

The glory, come what may

© Janet Martin

The past 24 hrs. spilled a few come-what-mays for which I would ask for a rewind or redo if I could, but I cannot...all we have is grace and faith for a forward facing journey.

A set-back is a set-up for a come-back~ Steve Harvey