After Earth

We do not like to stare at Death

But sometimes we must, for then we

Remember we are dust to dust

And after earth, eternity

To deny the existence of

Something does not obliterate

The truth of life, death and God’s love

Or our appointment at His Gate

© Janet Martin

We went to a visitation/wake for a friend whose mother passed away. 

Death makes us think, if we let it, doesn't it?!

Saturday Kisses

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 A few weeks ago I shared Our Favorite Chocolate Cake Recipe(one of my quick go-to's) *Here is another. I started mixing it while Saturday was feeling soft and slow, then suddenly wh-o-o-o-sh! it was gone. After multiple interruptions I returned to finish mixing and baking it just before supper.

Dog-eared lists twist Time’s prudence and passion

Vexing the hours of Saturday’s ration

This weekly portion of slow-exhale bliss

Tempers toil’s edges; sweet Saturday- kiss

Now Mundane-ness dons a friendlier hue

Don’t you love Saturday-eyes; sky-wide blue?

Don’t you love how her skirt shimmers and swirls

Where moments are music and women are girls?

…and Time is a treasure melding to  our hearts

Beautiful pictures that loving imparts

 Once every week Edict lowers her gaze

And soft- kisses cheeks with Saturdays

© Janet Martin

*p.s. Mrs. Abner (Almeda Martin) the lady who submitted the recipe in this book, is my aunt. She is not well right now, suffering from leukemia, and I know she would sincerely appreciate your prayers!

The Perfect Reason for Our Prayers

The Perfect Reason for our prayers

Is Constant; Love, on our behalf

Does not disdain our repetitious

Pleas, nor does He ever laugh

Or count a prayer too plain or small

To lay before Him at His feet

The Perfect Reason for our prayers

Beholds where need-fear-faith compete

To shape the cry that has no words

As mortal prays, praises and pleads

We know somewhere, compassion-stirred

Perfection hears and intercedes

© Janet Martin

Seems like I'm always coming to God with something.

Oh, aren't you glad, glad glad we may?

 Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

 Heb.4:16

The Willing Will of Moments

The willing will of moments

Nudges to yonder deep

The intricate atonement

For all we cannot keep

The very thing we pine for

Burns, constant in our touch

To feed hope’s holy hunger

With teeny moment-cups

They never fully empty

Though all comes but to pass

The willing will of moments

Like shadows on the grass

…suggests a certain presence

Of all we cannot grasp

The very thing we pine for

Slip-slipping through our clasp

© Janet Martin
 Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

2 Cor.4:16-18

Camoflouged Cascade

He doesn't know I took these pics when he got off the bus today...

Today is dying down

Like rain, after a storm

A pitter-patter soundless sound

Of presence without form

Time is a winsome thing

Its touch none can escape

A mogul on the mantle-shelf

A magnate without shape

A camouflaged cascade

In synchronized alloy

As winter, spring, summer and fall

Slips manhood over boy

© Janet Martin