Saturday, March 6, 2021

Because Time Flies...

This week I added two tots and an extra day to the childcare routine. I repeat the weathered words-
Where did this last year go?!!

A year ago one of these tots was born,

then blink! 
she is one! and mom is back to work!

The wings that bear away the day 
Flash silver in the sun 
We from our heaps of frazzled fray 
And battles to be won 
Behold the Bird the draws the dawn 
From some far-phantom nest 
Ere dusk across the air is drawn 
And feathers fold in rest 

Where soon the fledgling, wild with youth 
Will join the gaping clan 
That wonders at the ageless truth 
Of fleeting days of man 
As Time’s momentous bird of prey 
Startles us with its wings 
And keens us to the changeless way 
Of ever-changing things 

We, tethered to Time’s old surprise 
Then join the awe-struck throng 
Aboard the barge of  'how time flies’ 
That draws life’s charge along 
And teaches us to treasure more 
The moments as they come 
Because Time flies toward a door 
Not one will return from 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 39:5
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, 
and my lifetime as nothing before You. 
Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. 

Friday, March 5, 2021


Sometimes Jim just shakes his head when I say,
'Gotta go! Beauty calls!'😊

Ecclesiastes 3:11 

He has made everything beautiful in its time. 
He has also set eternity in the human heart; 
yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Beauty calls, thus task will wait 
Before the sun falls past the gate 
And tucks the twinkle of today 
Its mementos of fleeting fray 
Into The Land of Far Away 

Beauty calls and bids us pause 
To marvel at its gifts because 
So much of life is harsh and hard 
So much of love is sorrow-scarred 
So much of laughter is tear-starred 

Beauty calls; we should reply 
So small beneath the big old sky 
But tall enough and not too old 
To balk at Duty’s rigid hold 
Beauty’s sheer wonders to behold 

With eyes to see and ears to hear 
And mouths to speak a word of cheer 
It dons upon us wondrously 
We have the wherewithal to be 
Part of the call and the beauty 

© Janet Martin 

Thursday, March 4, 2021

What Is the Purpose of a Poem?

A poem leaps, lilts, swirls and sings 
Syllabic waterfall

A poem may not change the world 
But it can cheer the heart 
A eureka of joy unfurled 
Where secret sorrows smart 

A poem is a butterfly 
Perched on spring’s budded hold 
From a cocoon of winter-sky 
Hope’s welkin wings unfold 

A poem is a gift composed 
Of ink-wrought counterpanes 
Where words weave wonders juxtaposed 
With troubles aches and strains 

A poem probes beneath Façade 
To tug at tender strings 
That keep the soul attuned to God 
Amidst a mess of Things 

A poem leaps, lilts, swirls and sings 
Syllabic waterfall 
It tumbles from ten-thousand springs 
In metered madrigal 

A poem paints its scenery 
With ordinary jot 
While spilling an art gallery 
To theaters of thought 

Ah, here a darling daisy beams 
And there a meadow-brook 
Its bank, a haven for daydreams 
A fishing pole, a book 

A poem unveils city-streets
Upon a parchment tray 
It teases sound of hurried feet
To paper-work-a-day  

A poem is the salt sea-air 
Where farewells sweep and surge 
And Poem is a tender prayer 
As seasons ebb and merge 

A poem is Beauty at large 
An earnest work of praise 
God, guide those who shoulder the charge 
Of unearthing its phrase 

...because a poem is far more
Than fickle fits of rhyme
A poem keens us to a Door
That ushers us from Time

© Janet Martin

Eternal Wonder


Be diligent to present yourself approved to God, 
a worker who does not need to be ashamed, 
rightly dividing the word of truth.
2 Tim.2:15

Keep God’s Word in your heart 
It is His hand held out 
To hold the shield that thwarts the darts 
Of fear and hate and doubt 

In God’s Word fix your trust 
While dark doom’s billows roll 
Faith keeps steadfast the bark of dust 
That harbours deathless soul 

Cling to the Word of God 
When storms of life assail 
It is the only staff and rod 
Of hope that will not fail 

God's word wakens within
The wonder of His love
And how to guard the heart from sin
That plagues this mortal glove

God’s Word is sure and true 
Heaven to earth’s embrace 
His grace the arms that draw us to 
Behold him face to face 

© Janet Martin

Heaven and earth will pass away, 
but My words will by no means pass away.

To the pure, all things are pure, 
but to those who are corrupted and do not believe, 
nothing is pure. 
In fact, both their minds and consciences are corrupted. 
16They claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him. 
They are detestable, disobedient and unfit for doing anything good.

Titus 1:15-16

Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Season of Lion and Lamb

 Back and forth the lion paced and raged on Mar.1

Pausing at times to gather his breath...

...only to return with renewed fury!!

and then finally! nothing quite sings hallelujah like headlights turning in the driveway

seeming to say hello, we made it home!!

March opened the door with a lion's roar
But we are not too glum
Because we know March is a door
To meadows yet to come

...then came March 2nd..FRIGID but friendly!
Brusque but beautiful!



To everything there is a season, 
A time for every purpose under heaven:

Upon a broader meadow now 
The lion roars, the lamb replies 
A song is born beneath a bow 
That runs across snow-tousled skies 
To tumble like a mighty stream 
Through dreams that stir from winter’s sleep 
Where slumber melts beneath the gleam 
Of hope and dusk’s gold-embossed sweep 
That toasts the lion’s noisy sham 
Before the frolic of a lamb 

Earth’s stage is set to whet the duel 
Twixt spring’s advent and winter’s leave 
Now rampant runs the heady fuel 
The sparks both ire and reprieve 
Where morning hoists a pink beach ball 
That Old Man Winter tries to pop 
But cannot scale the polished hall 
The ball rolls up too far to stop 
He throws a tantrum while spring grins 
This is a fight he never wins 

Track records sometimes take a bit 
To prove that some things never change 
In spite of howling hissy-fit 
That spills its sparks to rill and range 
No one can stay the Hand of Time 
Not winter, nay, not even spring 
The belfry from whence seasons chime 
Dangles from an ethereal string 
To set the stage where roars resound 
With meadows where lambs leap and bound 

© Janet Martin 

...and now Mar. 3 waits to make its moments known!
A pretty intro indeed!

Monday, March 1, 2021

Come To Jesus

 Come to Jesus - Chris Rice

One scandal after another after another...
One we are all a part of; Sin
We all need Jesus

So when they continued asking him, 
he lifted up himself, and said unto them, 
He that is without sin among you,
let him first cast a stone at her.

Matthew 1:21
She will give birth to a Son, and you are to give Him the name Jesus, 
because He will save His people from their sins."

Acts 4:12
Salvation is found in no one else, 
for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind 
by which we must be saved."

Come to Jesus, 
Full forgiveness 
Waits the sinner to immerse 
Come to Jesus 
He releases 
Woeful curse 

What is man 
But bent and broken 
‘neath a debt of guilt and shame 
Come to Jesus 
Mercy frees us 
There is hope in Jesus’ Name 

Come to Jesus 
Come to love that will not fail 
Lay down dread 
And regret’s burden 
Death and hell will not prevail 

Let the rivers 
Of salvation 
In scarlet redemption flow 
There is no more 
To sinner’s washed white as snow 

Come to Jesus 
He receives us 
Without prejudice and blame 
Come to Jesus 
Trust His promise 
‘to pardon is why He came’ 

Do not let the 
Lies of evil 
Keep you bound by doubt’s dark hour 
This is but 
The blight of Eden 
Seeking who he may devour 

Come to Jesus 
Rock of ages 
Anchoring the storm-tossed Soul
Come to Jesus 
He will save us 
Only faith can make us whole 

© Janet Martin 

Only God/Love

In the Court of Thought
do you sometimes feel like shouting,
'Order in the house, please!'
That's when hopefully
Humble Prayer rises up
and orders Thought
to 'be still and know 
that He is God/love'!

What a power-house for good or evil every single one of us
 carries on our shoulders, right?!
Around a table full of people
there is always so much more than
meets the eye...
so much more than
Sunday-night supper at Gramma's House...

Some after-homemade-pizza and carrot cake-reflection/digestion😋😊

As we shed innocence, we all struggle at times with that hidden world of thought!
Here's hoping, nay, here's praying we do not try to order thought's steps on our own!

Thought can be a darksome dungeon wrought with dangers in disguise 
Carving warpaths through assumption with the razor-edge of sighs 
Mercy meets us in the moment if we reach beyond the noose 
That inflicts its guarded torment and that only God/love can loose 

Thought can rage, a cage of demons bent on carnage of good cheer 
Who knows what can brim unbidden, havoc hidden in a tear 
Consequence’s score is settled on a stage none can outsmart 
Only God/love can melt the mettle of a cold and bitter heart 

Thought can threaten course of action it ought not to contemplate 
Only God/love can break the pattern wrought by thoughts of spite and hate 
Lest stones heaped for easy access in a quick slip of the tongue 
Hones a hotbed of responses often rude and rashly flung 

Thought can set a deadly snare and snuff the flame the love would fan
Who can bear for long the brute that shakes its fist at fellowman
Hosting a cruel slew of reasons for vengeance to vindicate
Only God/love is fully qualified to set the record straight

Thought can be a harsh task master, sarcastic, heartless and mean 
Authoring certain disaster without God/love to intervene 
Thought alone can never conquer what thought ought not to resound
Only God/love can overcome the foe that rushes Holy Ground

Thought can rise on wings of worship from the belly of despair 
Turn discouragement to courage as hope’s feathers beat the air 
Not by sudden surge of honor as noble logic gives chase 
But by God/love alone who offers and authors goodness and grace

© Janet Martin 

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, 
whatsoever things are honest, 
whatsoever things are just, 
whatsoever things are pure, 
whatsoever things are lovely, 
whatsoever things are of good report; 
if there be any virtue, 
and if there be any praise, 
think on these things.


For the word of God is living and powerful, 
and sharper than any two-edged sword, 
piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, 
and of joints and marrow, 
and is a discerner of the thoughts 
and intents of the heart.

Spring of Sod and Soul (Happy March!)

Okay, in Ontario we are not quite 
at the verses below yet,
but here's hoping, soon! 

See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,

Song of Solomon 2:11-12

Just as the warmth of sun can melt cold winter from earth’s slope 
Thus, the kind grace of God can pierce soul’s dark with Light of hope 

And just as spring brings back bud-beauty of the blossomed limb 
So too God replenishes gladness when we trust in Him 

And just as spring whispers deep in the chill of dormant sod 
So too, the heart is reawakened ‘neath the touch of God 

© Janet Martin