Farewell, Mr. January...and Farewell For A While, Ms. Janet

 Mr. January 2017 was pretty gloomy most days...

off with you then so we can find out if February will be a friendlier fellow

With the exception of yesterday gray-on-gray was the color of almost every day!!

Farewell, dear fellow with pockets that spill

Frail mellow-yellow and gray, galling chill

Off to the archives of has-been you slip

In the grand scheme of daydreams, but a blip

Farewell and off you go, blow your best huff

Though we know you were born to bluster-bluff

Still, we are willing to hasten your leave

Never an encore from you do we plead

Will you be off now to warm up your toes?

What is the weather like where you repose?

If you like I’ll hold the door, point the way

Just in case you get to thinking you’ll stay

© Janet Martin

On this note...this is not only farewell Mr. January.
It is also farewell for a while, Ms. Janet.

Taking a blogging break, not forever but just for a while!
Thank-you for reading.
Until we meet again,
...live-love-pray-smile!

Salvation's Miracle

What miracle is wrought within

When we confess, repent of sin

Where we the best of love receive

The hour that we first believe

What fullness finds its faithful way

From God to mortal when we pray

Where we the best of life receive

The hour that we first believe

What hope fills time’s terminal toll

For bodies die, but never soul

Where we the best of death receive

The hour that we first believe

© Janet Martin

Sometimes We Drink...

 Will we be water-carriers today or is it our turn to drink?

Which ever it is, whether we are receiving or waiting-working and believing,

I wish you a wonder-and-joy-full last day of the first month of 2017!

Sometimes we drink

Sometimes we carry

The water so others

May quench their thirst

Sometimes we think

We would like the honor

Our brother or sister

Is granted first

Sometimes we work

Neighbor helping neighbor

While waiting to harvest

What we hunger for

Sometimes we wonder

As we watch another

Receive while we labor,

If we could have done more

Sometimes we pause

Learning kindness because

Someone in front of us

Reached out first

Sometimes we drink

Sometimes we carry

The water so others

May quench their thirst

© Janet Martin

  A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy rots the bones. 

Prov.14:30

For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”  

Gal.5:14

Matt, our son, asked me recently if Elvis sang any gospel songs! He sure did!!

Of So It Goes...

Everyone seems a little more giddy today,

(with the exception perhaps, of students studying for and writing The Dreaded Exam)

 ...might it be the return of the long-lost sun?!

Hearts are full of hallelujahs after gray is crowned with gold!

Laughter, like ten-thousand diamonds

Spills from hunger's hidden hold

Without lows there could be no highs

Without goodbyes there could be no hellos

Darling, I wouldn’t change the order if I could

Of so it goes,

So it goes

Without tears, laughter would lose lithe joy

Colorful May less blithe without December too

If I could I wouldn’t change a single thing

Darling, would you,

Would you?

Without absence who would ever wear

The river of gladness in greeting’s giddy gaze

Without trouble who would be humbly aware

Of better days,

Better days

Hello-goodbye, yes-no, low-high

 March-July, oh my, ouch, a thorn, oh, a rose

What waits to unfold from the gray-gold-blue sky

Nobody knows,

Nobody knows

© Janet Martin

House of Love

 We are like little houses, not?

There is nothing quite like a baby to make humble 'houses' burst with joy...

this little guy (our grandson) is almost a month old...already!!

The walls that wear our skin

Beneath the grin and tear and sigh

Cradle a gallery within

Of precious, precious days gone by

The window where we watch

As loved ones come and go and go

Frames farewell's glib, glist’ning gamut

With kiss of tear, bliss of hello

The door that stands ajar

Shaped like a heart, big as the sky

Always makes room for ‘just one more’

Before dusk dims its lullaby

This form of blood and bone
Holds more than anyone can see
It harbors storms of grit and groan
And blips of heaven-on-earth spree

The roof wears glints of snow

It tops a house of darling dreams

Time scatters seasons as we go

And strews the yard with stars, it seems

© Janet Martin