Summer Or Is It Just the Wind?

It moves, a green tide through blue-dappled leaf arches

It rolls, a gold glimmer through barley and wheat

It sweeps like a southern belle through open porches

It chases the tumble-weed, tickles bare feet

Now rising, now falling, now sighing and moaning

Nature’s formless vagabond roams land and sea

Teasing and seizing, cajoling and honing

Each summer-sweet morning into history

© Janet Martin

Where and how did July go in a such a flash ?! 

Ah yes,

Flower by flower, 

ebb by flow, 

 

splish by...

splash...

Aren't Ya' Glad

When it looks 

like you got 

nothin’ Much 

to offer But 

you know you do

And when you 

are prey to scoffers

For what you know IS True

When the world cries ‘the sky is fallin’ And you don’t fall for their fear

And when the papers are full of ‘The end of life as we knew it is here’

And when it looks like Happiness is somethin' lost to days lost to circumstance

And the Faith of our Fathers falters and is trampled by ignorance

When it looks 

like hope is nothin’

More than fancy’s 

child run wild

And most treat 

life like a gamble

Of luck defiled

Oh, aren’t  ya’ glad

You know the One

Who Abides

Changeless and true

Aren’t you glad 

Aren't you glad

You know Him?

Oh, I sure hope,

Sure hope

You do

An' if ya' don't

It's not too late

To get to 

know Him

Too 

Janet~

 Though you have not seen him, 

you love him; 

and even though you do not see him now, 

you believe in him 

and are filled 

with an inexpressible and glorious joy,

1 Pet.1:8

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Matt. 11:28

The Weaver's Song

The Weaver of earth’s wonders fills

His loom with color, then it spills

To we, spectators on a pew

Of violet-gold-green-crimson-blue

Where everywhere we turn, we see

Inscriptions of God's Majesty

How faultless every tint and blend

Sunrise, sunset; threads wed and wend

To weave a tapestry of days

Where oft we pause, dumb-struck, amazed

To be refilled with awe once more

At what we thought we saw before

Mortality's voracious bent

Drinks up each hour, heaven-lent 

And often without thought of love

Tramples upon the art He wove

But still The Weaver does not pause

But fills His loom with Mercy's gauze

...where days are like The Weaver’s Song

And nothing stays the same for long

As seasons bloom then fade into

The loom that turns the old to new

And ever recaptures the gaze

Of spectators refilled with praise

© Janet Martin

 

The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.

Ps.24:1

Father of earth,

You know this dust

Then teach her to

Believe and trust 

Deception's vice

Entices, wild

Father, I pray

Protect Thy child

...and let her not

Succumb to doubt

Or fear, Lord cast

These demons out

Father of earth

Help her resign

And reconcile

Her will to Thine

Janet

Morning Tide

We rise early to watch summer untwist

The vale like a mug filled with steaming mist

For ranting and raving of busy day

Soon takes the morning and snuffs it away

Soft from the loft of time’s unstoppered New

Runs a rife river of silvery dew

Garnishing meadow and gilding the hill

Drawing the shadow from earth’s sky-wide sill

Come, early morning, from legions of grace

Goodness and mercy spill in Queen Ann’s Lace

Sail from the harbor that hails the pale wind

Who among us can one ripple rescind?

Kiss the gold valor of time’s tawny brow

Stir us to honor its incessant Now

Boon of the ages, soon swept from yon slope

Come, early morning, replenished with hope

© Janet Martin


 In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
Ps.5:3

How are you spending your morning? Mine looks like it's going to be green and gold...
Bean-green and gold;-)

What Is This?

 This ebb and flow

Farewell-hello

This yes and no

Where does time go?

This fight, this flight

This wrong and right

This may and might

This day and night

This bud and bloom

From womb to tomb

This morning-noon

This season-swoon

This hold, then fold

This gray and gold

This hot then cold

This young-to-old

This birth and breath

This earthen hearth

This dirt and death

This fear and faith

This sow and reap

This toil and sleep

This crawl and leap

Of little keep

This live-and-learn

This No return

This dream-and-yearn

And spend and earn

…and getting, oh,

And letting go

This sun-set show

Joy-pain-rain-snow

This sweat-stained sod

This groan-applaud

Is not for naught

This; Love of God

© Janet Martin