Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Ere Summer Like a Flower Fades...

Farewell, sweet July!

Ere winter drapes sugary shawls over the stooped shoulders of earth
And Jack Frost leaves his feather-scrawls on parchment void of flower-mirth
Where Queen Ann’s Lace and chicory and columbine and goldenrod
Have tendered their rainbow melee to rest in cold, dark chests of sod

Ere fence-line finery is doffed and orange lily-lanterns snuffed
By winds once green and whisper-soft as silk that pops the milkweed tuft
Ere songbirds launch a southward flight and woodlands shed their shushing tress
And all the land is staunch and white; shrouded in sterling quietness

Ere lap and slap of lake-song stills and surging splurge of surf is spent
And steely surface seals the rills; ere petal from pinion is rent
To moulder in the dust of days beneath a soldered garden path
Ere summer slips into the haze of wind-strummed wild-grass aftermath

Ere summer like a flower fades and Beauty dons more somber hues
Ere farmer wields the harvest-blades and winter-weather fills the news
Let’s love this season’s wonder-storm without wishing for something more
Ere What We Hold loses its form like waves as they are washed ashore

© Janet Martin

Look To Jesus...

 In case we've become disillusioned or discouraged...
and because devotion/dedication demands disciplined diligence!

Shoulder to lean on and heart of compassion
Mankind’s Redeemer, salvation secure
His thoughts much higher than ours, purely human
He is no liar; His promises sure

He never leaves us though often we grieve Him
Though doubt persuades us to trust what we see
Just like a loving dad cares for His children
He waits to welcome us back tenderly

His…Ear always open to prayers of surrender
His…Forgiveness free at the foot of the cross
His…Love, never-failing, fills service with splendor
His…Hope heals the hurts carved by longing and loss

Then rise to the race set before us to finish
Look unto Jesus as we climb Time’s stairs
Eyes on the Prize; let love’s Highlight diminish

Kneel at the feet bearing scars of rejection
(Now through glass darkly but then face to face)
Look unto Jesus; through His resurrection
Death has no sting; we are saved by His grace

© Janet Martin

I Cor.15: 54-58

When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable and the mortal with immortality,
 then the saying that is written will come to pass: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
 But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!
Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast and immovable.
 Always excel in the work of the Lord, 
because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Dear Summer

Tender summer, take Time slowly
Linger on the garden path
Lead us through avenues tolling
With impending aftermath

Sweet, fleet summer, tame your hours
Teach the student of your days
To live gently among flowers
And give your Creator praise

Glorious summer, do not hasten
Do not leap into your grave
Where wheat fields like golden oceans
Draw the farmer to its wave

Dearest summer, linger longer
Where our bare feet stir your dust
Feeling younger, freer, stronger
In a world of wonder-lust

Soulful summer, sweet sun-strummer
Weave your blossom-binding spell
Ere we grasp at chaff-like shimmers
To hear sea-song in your shell

© Janet Martin

Lounging Lakeside

Lap of lake lulls;
pulls us into pure purposelessness

Slap of sea-song slides;
glides like a hymn of happiness

Hint of wind-wisp rifles;
trifles with a green- leaf clock

Glint of silver bobbing;
lobbing diamonds to the dock

Traffic made of ripples;
stipples hazy, lazy bars

Laughter wafts;
soft petals skimming a blue lake of stars

© Janet Martin

Faithful Fulfillment...

Does your heart feel full of holes? Let the love of God fill/heal it.
He is the Saviour of souls!

The flesh and Spirit duel
We need mercy’s kind plan
The love of God to fuel
Our love for fellowman

His everlasting promise
Our utter need defends
And sanctifies man’s office
As love of God befriends

No other joy delights us
Nor sets the heart ablaze
Like He whose love invites us
Into hope’s courts of praise

And rouses awed endeavor
In we, righteous by grace
Where love of God forever
Cements man’s hope in place

© Janet Martin

... but the LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, 
in those who hope in his steadfast love. 
Psalm 147:11