Thursday Thoughts

 I'm reading the book Mansfield Park by Jane Austen.

Each time I think I might not continue 

I come to a 'thought' that makes the rest of its laborious reading worthwhile!

Like these...

I haven't posted a Thursday Thoughts page in a long time 

but because this is a rare Thursday off I will;-)

Hope you read at least one 'thought' that made this porch-stop worth your while!

A Fishin’ an’ Wishin’ Fair Warnin’

Dawn drops into Time’s lake, life’s lure

It teases earth’s school of self- fish

With tantalizing  ‘sure to please’

Dangling before Want’s wide-eyed ‘wish’

And often contrary to ‘wish’

Is the consequence of a bite

That snares Dare’s easy target with

One moment that tasted just right

© Janet Martin

This Will Never Change…

From founts filled with the New of old

Dawn dips daybreak in ether gold

Then, soon its first bloom fades away

Leaving Time’s free-for-all; Today

This daily never-before spree

May seem common to you and me

Where nothing new under the sun

Cannot undo-unsay said-done

Then, lest we overlook the charge

That seems mundane but is quite large

It behooves us to keep in mind

This, which at dusk is left behind

© Janet Martin

Human Race To The Finish

Hither and yonder

Over and under

Into and out of

We come and we go

Giving and taking

Mending and breaking

Reaching and bowing

Farewell and hello

Laughing and crying

Smiling and sighing

Running and falling

All over the place

Beggars and choosers

Winners and losers

This is the plight, love

Of human race

© Janet Martin

Time Well Wasted Tasted

Let’s taste the day, not waste the day

Let’s lie beneath a sea

Of purest blue and peer into

God’s sky-wide poetry

Let’s just forget small words like ‘yet’

Let’s not suggest, let’s do

Until the pink of twilight’s ink

Obliterates the view

When toppled jars of silver stars

Pour out the Milky Way

We’ll fold our tent of Time well-spent

And call it Yesterday

© Janet Martin

Heart-ship

A mother’s heart

Is soft as silk

And strong as steel

Big as the sky

Yet fits completely

Into this;

A tear, a kiss,

A smile, a sigh

© Janet Martin

Sure Cure

How much less we would fight and fear

How much less we would dread

If we would spend more Time, my dear

On meadow-quilts outspread

If we would spend an afternoon

With little more to do

Than contemplate the perfect tune

Of green leaf etched on blue

© Janet Martin

For in him all things were created:

things in heaven and on earth,

visible and invisible,

whether thrones or powers

or rulers or authorities;

all things have been created

through him and for him.

Col.1:16

Sage Advice

Don’t stay up, darling

When it’s time to sleep

Don’t make a promise

That you cannot keep

Don’t season reason

With a bad excuse

And always leave room

For dessert and new shoes

© Janet Martin

This place of grace, soft traced with lace of frost and froth of flow’r

Is like a seed dropped in the dirt of one moment-ous hour

Where Time’s thin air is like a stair that we oft fail to mention

A wisp that fades in an abyss beyond all comprehension

© Janet Martin

Rock-a-bye ripple that runs to a sea

Full of people much older than we used to be

On that note, wishing you all a Happy Thursday!

© Janet Martin