Blessing-shower

Some sweet, sweet August mementos...

 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, 

and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: 

they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:  

if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Ps.40:5

Orchard slope is laden with blossom-hope come true

August is a maiden with eyes corn-flower blue

Bare feet traipse where heat-sweet haze glazes dusty earth

Farewell, fleet, green yesterdays of lusty rebirth

Saffron sunrise-hour spilt, sires history

August is a flower quilt tossed on spired lea

Thistle-seed and thimble-weed, teasel, goldenrod

Stipples summer’s easel with Masterpiece from God

Garden brims with gourd-shaped hymns, onion-pepper-corn

August is a lure-draped limb bent with bud full born

Love and longing intertwine, wind through vying rooms

Like an intangible vine, lined with dying blooms

Brush the brooding tear, my dear, seasons come to pass

August is a belvedere where echoes amass

Hush, ere morrow steals the boy’s carefree, happy play

Sorrow is the child of joy; live, laugh, love today

List, the cricket fiddle-lay, morn to middle-night

August is a ticket, hey, to dog-day delight  

Court its flower-hour cupped in fallible jars

Count its blessing-shower like children counting stars

© Janet Martin

Travel Instructions... #2

Walk slow…this come and go affair of care-worn wake and sleep surprise

Is hewn where petal-bliss is strewn ‘neath heath of blue cloud-flowered skies

 

Look deep…into the heart of lilied art; God’s dew-gem diadem

Deserves more than a passive glance and dance on earth’s bedazzled hem

Listen… a christened orchestra conducted imperceptibly 

Spills warbler trills and leafy zephyr sighs in perfect harmony

Touch soft…the croft of season that soon gathers in time's ordained due

Pity the passenger that while reaching, misses the present view

  

Let go…though tears flow for the soul-sweet 'oh' that stole our very breath

Walk slow, look deep, listen, touch soft then let go…such is life to death

© Janet Martin

Travel Instructions

This forward-journey that we tread 

Is affixed betwixt future-past

Into dusk’s urn day’s husk is cast

As on yon arc starred dark is spread

How deftly Unknown to Known melds

Its common unveiling becomes

The latest in past’s greatest sums

Of, what at morn was yet withheld

Daylight will soon attune applause

With what will soon be retrospect

How soft the wisps that intersect

To cement what will be to ‘was’

Beyond this sight-rebellious way

God moves His love’s mysterious will

To draw our gaze up, up until

We fall down on our knees and pray

Life’s hurt that hones hope’s legacy

Tests man’s impetuous desires

Where fragile circumstance requires

Faith in far more than we can see

Dismay and doubt conspire, it seems

To trip us up or keep us down

God floods life’s way to heaven’s crown

With Mercy’s unquenchable streams

This journey through, not to the grave

Commands surrender to gain strength

Where neither height, depth, breadth or length

Can curb God’s love, mighty to save

Then trust in He who scores this sod

With more than mist-anointed mile

Where fear’s uncertainty will rile

All but the heart whose hope is God

© Janet Martin

To find God's love we first need to find God.

To find God we first need to find His Word.

To find His Word we must look in the Holy Bible 

Frames of Mind

This fellow(grandson Brantley)
 fills frames of mind with pure contentment...and tender concern;-)

Thought fills our frames of mind with ilk

Of daily grind and day-dream silk

It paints beyond the half-shut eye

Vistas that spawn a drawn-out sigh

Where what we have-had-hope-to-find

Tints that which fills our frames of mind

Tell me; what notions do you choose?

The haberdashery of Muse

Can advertise through lies and schemes

That which jeopardizes hope’s dreams

Where thought, invisible, can blind

Us to the truth in frames of mind

We ought to weigh thought and its worth

Before we let its 'yes' give birth

And spill into full view the art  

That we perceived ‘hid in the heart’

Where touch and taste is first designed

By pictures set in frames of mind

© Janet Martin

My sister Carolyn is a new first time Grandma!

Gary and Carolyn's son and daughter-in-law are proud parents of a baby boy!

Congratulations, little sister, as you embrace this delightful role.

Hugs~

Entrustments or Of Schlipping and Schlepping

New morning hosts hope’s plan-to-do

It stirs to life toil’s strife-and-song

And draws cause-and-effect along

Upon a tide of tried-and-true

Through corridors of more-or-less

Time’s rise-and-shine, come-get-me-stare

Hails beg-and-borrow’s grin-and bear

To sorrow’s care and happiness

Night’s crepuscule of raven tulle

Is pulled aside while pride-and-joy

Dawn’s for-better-or-worse employs

With cup-half-empty-or-half-full

To-be-or-not-to-be, a sea

Of rose and gold lo-and-behold

Where here-and-now is soon cajoled

From what-will-be to history

This nutshell of hello-farewell

Compels both brave and faint-of-heart

Toward the grave; left-right-foot march

While day-of-grace tolls heaven’s bell

…with grants of new-chance; Mercy’s rod

Through schlep of step-by-step's may-must

Teaches this skiff of dust-to-dust

To entrust each what-if to God

© Janet Martin

Thank-you to the 7:00 a.m. second-miler who picked up the recyling blown from the bins

 by fast-moving gotta-get-to-work traffic...

Let's all put on second-mile shoes today! Why?...

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Matt.25:40