Friday, July 29, 2016

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...


Thursday, July 28, 2016

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


 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,

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

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.


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


Wednesday, July 27, 2016

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.

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

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

What Is This?

 This ebb and flow
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

This sweat-stained sod
This groan-applaud
Is not for naught
This; Love of God

© Janet Martin