Friday, June 5, 2020

Work Waits!

'Why are you holding me? I'm a big boy' said Grandsonny 
as I scooped him up in my other arm as we walked across the yard. 
He looked across at his sister who is The Baby 
and wanted to make sure I wasn't mistaking him as one! 
'Oh, I know you're a Big Boy' I reassured him as I kissed his curls.
 'but sometimes Grandma wants to hold the world in her arms'

A bit of a challenge to capture nice keepsakes at this stage...
youngsters don't necessarily look at the camera or smile on command😀
especially if there is a cool tractor going by!

Work waits; but not the little lad or lass with silken curls
And not the bloom where petal-plume its brief bearing unfurls
And not the scene of June’s lush green soon scorched by July heat
And not the tune tapped by the metronome of child’s bare feet
And not the he or she that pulls toward life’s wanderlust
And not the frame dawn hoists and dusk folds back into the dust

Work waits; but not the season spilling wonder wild and free
Work waits, thank God or else there never could be poetry 
So take the time to climb the hill, dash through Wander-lands gates
Or hold to heart's content the child and be glad that work waits
How sad if all we have to celebrate at End of Day
Is to-do lists completed while the fledgling flew away

© Janet Martin

Awe's Treasure Hunt

 I remarked to my sister this morning that sometimes I mourn 
the myriad beauties I miss because one must sleep!
 I am reading Stars Come Out Within  by Jean Little
as she recounts her battle with worsening eyesight 
that pushes her to the edge of blindness!
It renews thankfulness for the gift of sight!

Here are a few thrills I witnessed this week...

Each day ought to be a treasure hunt for awe
whether outward or when stars come out within.

I know a place where wild trees bloom unseen by living soul
We witness much but still only the fringe of wonder’s whole
The tender touch that begets beauty’s manifold hurrah
Makes getting up each morning like a treasure hunt for awe
Where momentarily I might mourn for majesties missed
But cannot sorrow long where a new throng of thrills untwists
Like mist that drapes earth’s eastward edge as morn’s heavens declare
The glory of Creator God who gilds this thoroughfare
With beauties none can number or find ink enough to pen
But be glad we have eyes to behold again and again
And vow to never simply look, but let sight’s mercy spur
A hymn of thankfulness to Beauty’s Divine Creator

© Janet Martin

Birth Beckons Celebration

Birth beckons celebration; whether babe, a bloom, a pup
New day that spills o’er yonder hills from Mercy’s brimming cup
Hope, like a hearty handshake, refreshes happiness
As beauty, God’s stayed signature anoints life’s ugliness
Where we, a host of beggars by the grace of Holy God
Are treated, free of charge to awesome art of sky and sod

Over the ash of ages and the bones of silenced cries
Birth frees from fettered cages the proof of God’s kind replies
Where death spills blood and stills the pulse (sometimes ‘neath human hands)
But breath that ushers birth only Life’s Bestower commands
For once life has departed no one can its voice revive
And only birth can keep the earth rejoicing and alive

Birth beckons celebration; like a poem penned by He
The author of salvation, to His beloved family
Where, midst the groaning turmoil beneath man, death would be chief
But hark; a puppy barks, a baby cries, dawn breaks, buds leaf
We lift our heads, a melody woos above brutal wars
And from Time’s teardrop riddled trench the human spirit soars

© Janet Martin

 For with you is the fountain of life;
    in your light we see light.
Psalm 36:9 

The whole glorious psalm here,
as fitting for these days
as in days of old!

I have a message from God in my heart
    concerning the sinfulness of the wicked:[b]
There is no fear of God
    before their eyes.
In their own eyes they flatter themselves
    too much to detect or hate their sin.
The words of their mouths are wicked and deceitful;
    they fail to act wisely or do good.
Even on their beds they plot evil;
    they commit themselves to a sinful course
    and do not reject what is wrong.
Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens,
    your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,
    your justice like the great deep.
    You, Lord, preserve both people and animals.
How priceless is your unfailing love, O God!
    People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house;
    you give them drink from your river of delights.
For with you is the fountain of life;
    in your light we see light.
10 Continue your love to those who know you,
    your righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 May the foot of the proud not come against me,
    nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
12 See how the evildoers lie fallen—
    thrown down, not able to rise!

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Earth Before Heaven...

 We wrap our arms around the fleeting charms of precious girl and boy...
(the first line of this poem was inspired by Eager Little Girl
in the top left corner of the photo-collage)

We press our eager faces to the places we caress with joy
We wrap our arms around the fleeting charms of precious girl and boy
We vow to keep within our hearts a fragment of the art that spills
In seasoned form; the flower-storm of hymns unfurled in flawless frills
But even as we feel fond measures fade on fingertips and lips
Another comes to steal our gaze and amaze us with fellowships
Of love in all its sundry ways; where joy is not at loss for long
Because God tunes the harp that plays the prelude to His perfect song

The enemy of hopes and dreams schemes but can never thwart the Hand
That touches strings that heed the Maestro always in complete command
Then when love breaks our hearts and souls smart with the bitter sting of grief
The Gilead of woods and gardens showcases God in a leaf
Where, as we take a close-up look at minstrels in earth’s orchestra
Wonder overflows hunger’s cup and fills would-be despair with awe
Then we acquainted with love’s cares feel like a flower’s next of kin
As balm of bloom sings like a lark and keeps the dark from closing in

© Janet Martin

...and so it begins; that next-of-kin feeling flowers give us!
Next-of-kin with much we can learn from them!
They are not prejudiced
or anxious.
They never compare themselves to a fellow-lily.
They simply bloom where they are planted
and give God the glory!

Praying we can all, in troubled times, and disappointment, cling to the ageold message
of the verses below with humble hearts of faith...

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
f 28And why do you worry about clothes? 
Consider how the lilies of the field grow: They do not labor or spin.
 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these.
 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, 
which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, 
will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
Matt. 6:27-30

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

For Better or Worse...

 Thanking God for the privilege of being able 
to celebrate 32 years of marriage today, by His grace...
Part of what I love about Jim is his never-ending ability to make me laugh.
I think he was waiting for an anniversary post cause he just saw it and texted me this
"I look like a pylon"😂

For better or for worse; who knows what factors will unfold
To test and try the caliber of vows to have and hold
This life of highs and lows husband and wife must jointly meet
To weather together both woe and wonders bittersweet

Marriage is no band-wagon that we board and disembark
According to our whims and wants; it is till death doth part
So from the words ‘I do’ we ought to keep this thought in mind
To help us strive to be more unselfish, patient and kind

For better or for worse is not a curse or ball and chain
It is the grace of sharing both love's pleasure and its pain 
It is full of surprises after groom kisses the bride
After two become one and discover love's 'other side' 😉

Marriage is more than signatures on a certificate
Two become one and none on earth its bond can abrogate
For what the Lord has joined His Hand alone will disannul
Till death doth part is not for faint of heart or disloyal

Marriage is learning to forgive and give more than we take
It’s saying I am sorry and admitting a mistake
It’s meeting in the middle toward a mutual aim
It’s learning to adapt to change; nobody stays the same

Marriage; it takes two but is always happier with Three
Husband and wife, with God as the crowning Supremacy
Where pray, that day by day and year by year as vows are tried
Marriage reflects the love that Heaven’s Groom has for His Bride

© Janet Martin

 Sharing Jean Hersey's practical and timeless thoughts on marriage
from the book The Shape of a Year
(hope you can read it...I couldn't choose a favourite paragraph) 

Jim and I are both Don Williams fans...
choosing these today