Tuesday, May 21, 2019

What Seems Seemingly Small...

 ...hopefully in a week from now these seeds will be planted!
(wow! hopefully seems to be the much-used word of this spring😏)
From these seeds we hope to harvest vegetables.
We plant them with intention.
Most of what we plant often without purposed intention,
holds a far more crucial harvest!

Those small choices we make often without much thought at all
Those small bites that we take ( c’mon, mostly just crumbs that fall)
When, given enough time and taste will then reveal the sum
As seemingly small ‘morsels’ make/shape the person we become

That seemingly small drink or two, the seemingly small thought
Makes us feel satisfied with what we do (when we should not)
For left unguarded and unchecked a little thing becomes
Without intentional neglect a lifetime’s solemn sums

We ought to pay close heed to seemingly small moves we make
For what is first a teeny seed holds harvest in its wake
And what begins as ‘little sins’ if unaddressed becomes
The decline of society in monumental sums

© Janet Martin

 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.
The one who sows to please his flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; 
but the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life.…

 Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed to the things which we have heard, 
lest at any time we should let them slip.

Monday, May 20, 2019

On Being Beautiful...

 What's your Beauty-secret?

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, 
who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, 
who proclaim salvation, 
who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!"

Be the beauty; Not for sake of duty’s strict and cheerless hue
But because love bids us shine for Jesus in all that we do
Be the smile, the second miler; be the kind word, helping hand
Be the cup-of-listening server; be a Son-sparkle on sand
Be the arm around a shoulder; be a bedside shining star
Be the flower of the hour by blooming right where you are
Be the person you would wish for when the way of life is hard
Be God’s mercy and compassion; Be the beauty of the Lord

© Janet Martin

Looking Beyond What We See

 Yesterday's Sunday morning message challenged us to rethink our attitudes on suffering !
Often we pray to be freed/healed from them when in fact, scripture teaches otherwise!

 ...and then, while I was working on this post up came this post on Ann Voskamp's blog!

Look, but look beyond the beauty brimming from the beaming bloom
Look, but look beyond the duty of the modest mop and broom
Look beyond the pond that sparkles like a rhinestone in the sun
Look, but look a little deeper than the sweep of seasons spun

Look, but look beyond the panoramas stirring sacred sighs
Look, but look beyond the frond that lavishes the earth, then dies
Look beyond time’s bitty bubble that does not burst to thin air
Look, but look beyond the trouble to the One who put it there

Look beyond the work that is more than the sweat of toil to sod
Look beyond the hurt that sometimes drains us enough to trust God
Look beyond want’s fondest ‘druthers’ to the Place of faith’s reward
Look, but look beyond the surface to the grace of Christ our Lord

© Janet Martin

  And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. 
1 Pet.5:10 
 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, 
worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; 
2 Cor.4:17
 that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, 
and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 

Shameless No Apologies, Please...

 I had a few people tease me a little this week-end about how 
"oops, Janet's likely thinking of a poem!"
 It's strange but that is not really how this poem-thing works. 
At least, not as easily as I wish it would! 
The poem-press has a strange mechanics/mind of its own!
 but that being said,okay, it's fair...
my being teased that anything you say-do-are
 might be used in a poem!
So please accept my no-apologies! 😏

 It's back!! ...'the plush rush of a breeze that sounds like water-fall in trees...

Would you accept my modest ‘please?’
And shameless ‘no apologies’
For being drawn (both hand and heart)
By a palette of poem-art
By the plush rush of a breeze
That sounds like water-fall in trees
By the murmur of an afternoon
That always steals summer too soon
By how love’s walk-talk-grin-tease-wink
Keens commonness with poem-ink
By how nothing is quite as it seems
Where a world of near-poetry teems
And I am dearly blessed and cursed
By being want-of-word immersed
And yes…you, my dear, might kindly be
Immortalized in poetry
Because something you kindled stirred
The spark that strikes the poem-chord
And mustered from nothing at all
The music of a madrigal
Because (p-s-s-s-t, just between you and I)
A poem-well cannot run dry
As long as there are blooms and birds
And tots learning to pronounce words
And seasons stunning us with sheaves
Where we, torn twixt Time’s trusts and thieves
Learn to hold on while letting go
As long as there is sun on snow
Or stars on late-afternoon lakes
Or joy-bursts when we have what it takes
By the grace of God, to keep keeping on
As long as there is dusk and dawn
Or you and I, not yet sight-blind
Moved by moments soon left behind
Where an ocean of ages cries and laughs
With pages of unpenned paragraphs
I ask, will you accept my ‘please?’
And shameless no apologies
For attempting now and then
To snare star-surges in a pen
And ponder into poetry
A piece of what will never be

© Janet Martin

The Joy of the Lord

Yesterday a friend shared how there are no words to express the joy a parent feels as they see their own children/child become genuinely excited as they begin to discover personally, the joy of Jesus!
 ...not belief or 'religion' they were taught 
but Jesus as a friend and fullness of joy!

Let it light a holy fire
Leave desire struck with awe
Move through trouble’s mud and mire
With its pure and perfect law

Let it author hope’s elation
With its raw reality
And stir hearts to celebration
With its glad infinity

Let it make us truly humble
Dash to death the pride of life
Lest we dare to let greed grumble
Lest we cater to its strife

Let its laughter be contagious
Let its oil of grace anoint
Where, so faithful through the ages
It will never disappoint

Let its wonderment restore us
To the place we ought to be
Let the rapture of its chorus
Overthrow idolatry

Let it cheer Duty’s demanding
Stun fear with its rich reward
Where peace passes understanding
When we find joy in the Lord

© Janet Martin