Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Of Logic and Love


Logic and love (aka head and heart)
Can be at constant odds
until we humbly strive to start
to serve no other gods
Until we love the Lord our God
with heart, soul, strength and mind
We cannot be all that we ought
For we are God designed

In writing there is the constant battle 
of blending both heart and head.
To write with only the heart we tend to end up with Beauty
but not always truth. 
To write with only our heads may spout wisdom's facts and truth
but without beauty!
When we parent/love with only our heads 
we are at the risk of being too harsh.
When we parent/love with only our hearts 
we risk being too soft!

Lord, as new day dissolves the dark
and we embark anew
Lord, birth in both our heads and hearts
fresh awareness of You
By the direction of Your Word
To seek You with faith undeterred

The head hosts logic’s hot debates
The heart, the part that loves and hates
The head can wield a rigid rod
The heart, the part that yields to God

The heart is vile without God’s voice
To reconcile the guile of choice
The head holds the tower of thought
The heart holds God’s power, or not

Until the head and heart align
And one to the other resign
The head will be the part that fools
The heart with logic's art of rules

© Janet Martin

 “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart 
and with all your soul 
and with all your strength 
and with all your mind’ 
and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
Luke 10:27

The heart is deceitful above all things, 
and desperately wicked: who can know it?

Monday, July 26, 2021

Ah, Summer

 Ah, hands laden with garden-fare...

ah, sand between our toes...

Ah, silver-sequined taper melting moments dearly prized
You strew to past’s cast paper joy and sorrow synchronized
Scents of your passage mingle in incense of dust and dew
As our senses tingle with the awareness of you

Ah, eager expectation meshed with echo-aftermath
Shards of dashed celebration deck impressions of a path
That wends and winds its way from where we were to where we are
Fresh from a world of yesterdays we leap from star to star

Ah, land of lengthened daylight before night draws down its bars
And scatters flowers, silver-white in bowers bent with stars
Ah, grand cathedral brimming with winter’s bloom-dreams come true
While sight is barely skimming the fringe of what God can do

Ah, hands laden with garden-fare, ah, sand between our toes
Arbors flowing with silken, sunny honeysuckle prose
Ah, hill and hollow frilled with skeins and skeins of Queen Ann’s lace
Ah, lily-tallow spilled and willed to life’s last resting place

Ah, petal-tear ellipses, bit o’ salt, a bit o’ sweet
Where auburn soon eclipses gold and green of corn and wheat
Where late-day diamonds dancing on a bit o’ lake-lent hue
Crown points of exclamation with love’s stinging residue

Ah summer; soulful salutation of blooms and bare feet
Of heat-waves rolling over shores where earth and heaven meet
Of longing's gaping canyon overflowing with your hymn
Ah summer, full of reasons to be glad and sing and sing

© Janet Martin

Where late-day diamonds dancing on a bit o’ lake-lent hue
Crown points of exclamation with love’s stinging residue...

Of Dwindling Kindling


Because winter fireplaces/woodstoves take a lot of kindling 
we are already on the look-out at the end of people's driveways 
where camp-fire wood is for sale.

Reminds me of a different kind of kindling, 
always dwindling far too fast...

This hour where the flower bluffs
On beauty’s candlestick

Cannot escape the hand that snuffs
Its flicker from the wick

Now frets upon heart’s deep desire
A fond, intoning knell
Where joys that kindled friendship’s fire
Have dwindled to farewell

The dying embers on a hearth
Where round we gathered, oft
Wakens in us the dusk of mirth
In footsteps, keen yet soft

…where pain bends pleasure’s maiden form
In pangs of sweet refrain
To take the tender heart by storm
With ‘till we meet again’

…until in some morrow’s delight
While wounds of parting heal
We’ll tend the echoes that ignite
What farewell cannot steal

P-s-s-s-t! ash to ash and dust to dust
The quickened pulse will fell
Death veils frail trails of wanderlust
With whispers of farewell

This hour where the flower bluffs
On beauty’s candlestick
Cannot escape the hand that snuffs
Its flicker from the wick

Then cherish well heart's deep desire
Beneath high-noon's blue bell
Where joys that kindle friendship's fire
Are dwindling to farewell

© Janet Martin

Manifest Evidence


A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; 
as I have loved you, that you also love one another. 
 By this all will know that you are My disciples, 
if you have love for one another.” 
John 13:34-35

With the abundant rain we've been blessed with
in southern Ontario, Canada,
fields and gardens beam 
with Nature's/Mercy's opulent pleasure!

The most beautiful bloom 
in the garden of life
is love
Love is patient and kind...
1 Cor.13:4

Not by grand pomp and show
Or flourish of fine word
But by our love, others will know
That we follow the Lord

…not by the high or low
Of status, color, creed
But by our love, others will know
That we are Christ’s, in deed

Not for glory or praise
Or Duty’s rigid bent
But by compassion’s gentle ways
Love’s grace is evident

Not to create a throne
For self-indulgent pride
But by our love, God’s love is shown
His glory magnified

© Janet Martin

Sunday, July 25, 2021

The Music of the Heart

As long as God writes the melody
the heart will never weary
of trying to set it free...

So much beauty to set the heart on fire!

A song can never spill the whole
of a heart’s melody
No bard as yet can bare the soul’s
full hymn in poetry

In the depths of the commonplace
Swirled worlds of splendor span
Like stars in the eternal space
Beyond the lens of man

Then, while we grapple with the surge
Of wonder’s splurge and laud
May whisper and desire merge
In pure worship to God

Pray we may never cease to thrill
to do our humble part
As we are awed by God, to spill
the music of the heart

© Janet Martin

I will praise you, Lord my God, with all my heart; 
I will glorify your name forever.
Psalm 86:12

Psalm 9:1
I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; 
I will recount all Your wonders.

How Lovely Flow The Hours of a Lakeside Afternoon


How lovely flow the hours of a lakeside afternoon
While bobbing on the tempo of an ebb and flowing tune
While bearing the awareness of a tugboat chugging where
A lovely lakeside afternoon soon dissolves to thin air

How utter run the moments that compose days into years
As smooth as butter, bittersweet each sparkle disappears
While granting an enchanting awe, because lo and behold
A day no one has ever seen breaks midnight’s darksome mold

How softly seep the seasons starred and scarred with joy and strife
While we learn who to lean on through the calm and storms of life
While wearing the un-baring, sacred-subtle, of the soul
That steals away the seasons until God reveals the whole

© Janet Martin

Saturday, July 24, 2021

After-Holiday Happiness


I scribbled this one on the way home today as I realized our comments
breaking little stretches of silence 
were either retrospect or looking ahead...

A toss-up between retrospect
And wondering what will be
A tug twixt heart-string dialect
And half-penned poetry

A futile fight, of holding tight
And gently letting go
Reeling from the brunt of delight
In drifts of echo-snow

…and sensing Time's searing caress
No bargain can defeat
After-holiday happiness
Is always bittersweet

© Janet Martin

Saturday, July 17, 2021

Summer Siesta


A bit of sun and sand and sea

And being lulled by lap of lake

And chilling out with family

A bit of memories to make

In the kind company of love

And laughter’s sweet and sanguine wage

And losing count of places lived

Vicariously in turn of page

And coffees sipped unhurriedly

And vines designed by scrabble-tiles

And walks without a destiny

Along the beach, through wooded isles

A bit of gently losing touch

A ‘sit’ at the end of the dock

A lot of BBQ and such

And never looking at a clock

And ever being mindful of

The changes that each year imparts

And cherishing life’s gifts of love

And thanking God with humble hearts


© Janet Martin

Sea you in a week or two😎😊!