But For Today

Not for the morrow and its come-what-may

God, grant us what we need, but for today

© Janet Martin

When Things Go Right...

Good timber does not

grow with ease

The stronger the wind

The stronger the trees

Thomas S. Monson

It’s not when things go right, first-off

That we learn to fight and be strong

The stories we recount most oft

Come from those times when things go wrong

Adversity, pained, unexplained

And disappointment, is the hand

Whereby the lot of us are taught

And thereby learn to understand

When things go wrong, and we must wait

And work and trust and pray and fight

We learn how to appreciate

Those little breaks when things go right

© Janet Martin

Learning How To Pray

Trust is hard

Waiting required

And we are wired

To want It now

We pray but still

Who knows God’s will?

Or how long ‘til

We find it out?

Waiting tests

Our boasted ‘bests’

And hope’s requests

For all we say

Requires trust

A yielded Must

As God-breathed dust

Learns how to pray

© Janet Martin

O, satisfy us early with Thy mercy:

that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Ps. 90:14

Momentous Affair

Oh, Time insists on taking from us what we cannot keep,

Darling, darling what tug-of-warring this, its wake and sleep

Where none can hasten bud nor return petals to its fold

They scatter to life’s paths in aftermaths of have-and-hold

Time demands from hands and hearts and minds soft intertwined

Affectations of bravery; slavery to clocks combined

With stalwart resistance to the bloodless insistence of

Seasons; Its reasons masquerading as longing and love

Our infidelity to good intent is nothing new

Darling, darling, let’s try again for what more can we do

Than take that which remains and break the chains of fear and doubt

Because so much of what time takes we learn to live without

For Time insists on taking what no one can lay hold on

Its winnowing of moments strings together hither-yon

And we are powerless to intercede; the greed of air

Drinks afternoons and flowers in time’s momentous affair

Darling, darling then hold me close but do not fence me in
Soon, soon the afternoon will turn into morning again
Where living's art of hand in hand and heart to heart entwine
To try to satisfy the hunger of this Thing called Time

© Janet Martin

I haven't posted this song in a while...:)

Finding My Mind...Wandering

I’m a day late with Thursday’s wikem. Thank-you Sasha, for the weekly inspiration! 

A mind /ˈmaɪnd/ is the set of cognitive faculties that enables consciousness, perception, thinking, judgement, and memory—a characteristic of humans, but which also may apply to other life forms

 Wikipedia

The trees are humming my favorite song

And I am trying to follow along

For in its new-born-green-leaf melody

My mind turns both friend and enemy

Letting me linger while letting me down

Fleet-fingered vortex vexing mortal crown

Keeping enough to let me know the rest

Somehow got lost in life’s juggle and jest

Where, like a clenched fist Thought tries to hold on

As time inhales and exhales, dusk, then dawn

While ever filling archives of the mind

Scattering pieces that I cannot find

But just now, when the blue breeze ran its grin

Over leaves, like Green-sleeves on a violin

...I heard a melody stirred in its twirl

Of half-woman and half yesterday’s girl

And I am inclined to allow my mind

To look for the pieces that it cannot find

Because, quite frankly, I find that my mind

Is a bit like a dandelion in the wind...

© Janet Martin