Because Sometimes The Climb Looks Scary...

 No longer a slave to fear; what a way to live!

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. 

I do not give to you as the world gives. 

Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 14:27

We attended a fund-raiser dinner on Sat. night for Power To Change

"No more fear, only freedom", testified one student who put his faith in Jesus!

One of many testimonies from students who came to Jesus through students committed to tell others about about the living hope and eternal life we can only find in Jesus
 and then also connect them, through Power to Change with fellow-believers.

Uncurl that fist of fear, my dear

Where morning rends the dark

Where Light and love are always near

And never miss its mark

Where hope is more than a barred door

Or trays heaped with star-dust

Where faith believes and then receives

God’s peace, in Whom we trust

Where what we love the most we prove

Through what makes us rejoice

And oft uttered without a word

With fool-proof voice of choice

Uncurl that fist of fear, my dear

The Hand from whence days brim

If we reach up will kindly cup

The faith we lift to Him

© Janet Martin

 PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

Hello Fellow-Traveler...

 PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

 Just can't resist showing a pic of my newest-sweetest-baby-est fellow-traveler

(our grand-daughter, not quite 2 days old)

Hello, fellow trav’ler of pleasure and pain

Of twilight’s goodnight and dawn’s ‘begin again’

Because none of us sets out to fail or fall

Let’s lean on each other and love one and all

Hello fellow-trav’ler where we always meet

On morning’s fresh threshold of gold or gray street

Where we all grow old if we’re given the chance

So let’s help each other through each day God grants

Hello fellow-trav’ler of high road and low

My, my, but what waits to be we cannot know

Where future is never the picture we drew

And we're all just learning what we thought we knew

Hello, fellow-trav’ler where Time’s tolling bell

Soft-nudges us nearer to tears of farewell

Where no one can tell when death’s knell bids us part

So let’s love each other with all of our heart

…and let’s greet each morning like an honoured guest

In all that life offers let’s give it our best

And taste like word-sugar love’s sweetest words yet

Hello fellow-trav’ler, so nice to have met

© Janet Martin

These Ties, Fresh-Loosed...

PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

Plush hush; pink blush

Soft pastel gush

As morn bleeds from

The artist’s brush

Tick-tock; sky-clock

Knock-knock, adieu

As morn dissolves

In halls of blue

The birthplace of

Our live-laugh-love

Unfurls a worldwide

Treasure-trove

Be kind; these ties

Fresh-loosed, soon bind

The heart with tugs

Soft-strewed behind

© Janet Martin

Morning; Mercy's Celebration

 PAD Challenge day 1: For today’s prompt, write a morning poem.

There is nothing in the world that could ever take the place of

Mankind's 'begin again' from God's Mercy, new every morning'.

Meted since the dawn of days

Mercy’s celebration

Runs through heaven’s starry maze

Soft Collaboration

Of what is and waits to be

Past, the peopled thunder

Turning despair’s misery

To hope’s unmarred wonder

Keeping time upon its course

Where love’s invitation

Rushes from dawn’s eastward doors

Like a salutation

From the Hand that never fails

To earth, scarred and broken

Faithful Providence unveils

Mercy’s renewed token

Ushering from That Which Was

That Which None Have Tasted

Rushing from God’s grace because

Love is never wasted

Ignorance disdains The Bread

Gleaming trays deliver

Humility bows Her head

Esteeming The Giver

© Janet Martin

Joy to the World. It's April

It's April! 

PAD Challenge day 1: For today’s prompt, write a morning poem.

and I like Robert's reminder to all of us: These prompts are just springboards; 

you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want.:)

 ...and THAT is an invitation no true poet can resist.

 Yesterday morning we woke either aghast or agape at what had taken shape over night...

Hopefully today's sunshine will do away with the color that has no business on April's tray

Unfurled like a banner of grace, blush and gold

The springboard to what waits to be breaks Time’s mold

A highway of hope and possibility

Unfolds from God’s covenant to you and me

Yon blanket of stars thins and flings o’er the earth

The grandeur of color in hymns of rebirth

The grail that refills what was drained by the dark

Burgeons like an ocean soon snuffed like a spark

Night’s fist, a mist-glove yields to a Higher Pow’r

Soft-kissed with the Love that beckon bud to flow’r

Inhale, exhale, darling, hope’s joy to the world

In blush-gold grace-banner of morn is unfurled

© Janet Martin