Of Intimate Enclosures

The intimate enclosure of the earth beneath the sky

Where walked the sons and daughters of ages before our Time

Evokes in us a kinship with the seasons that sweep by

As we take our turn at being drawn to nature’s rhyme

…to drink the potent nectar from Moment’s gossamer bloom

To be inebriated by sheer wonder’s thund’rous hush

While we are overtaken by a Presence in the room

As He walks in the garden unimpressed by man’s mad rush

…where if we want to make the most of our numbered days

We should take off our shoes to watch pink ribbons thread the sky

The holy ground we stand on ought to tremble with meek praise

As we worship the One who grants entrance to you and I

Pause, while dusk’s apricot gauze drapes the window to the world

Be overwhelmed with beauty as we sense His hand brush by

For we, awed witnesses behold God’s masterpiece unfurled

To intimate enclosures of the earth beneath the sky

© Janet Martin

Prayer For The Day/Way...

So much sorrow and sickness.
So much spiritual darkness.

So much more comfort, healing and Light

So much more God!

This compilation of song was posted yesterday!

Gorgeous glimpse of Someday Soon!

...in the meantime Dear Heavenly Father,

Make our moments wild with wonder

Help us seek the good and true

Where Your evidences thunder

Where our callow senses plunder

Fill our hearts with love for You

Today is a road not taken,

Yet; but it beams with Your grace

Thus let brave trust reawaken

Promises, pure and unshaken

Nothing in this world can replace

Teach us to trust without doubting

Then, come whatsoever may

In spite of atheist’s spouting

Lies; let their pitiful touting

Spill into tender prayers we pray

Let love suffer longer, kinder

Without second thought or regret

Make mercy’s proof a reminder

When faith feels dumber and blinder

It is not turned into sight yet

Make our motives meeker, purer

My, but mankind’s want can run wild

Guide us, make our footsteps surer

Our hope of Heaven securer

Through You, our Father, we, Your child

© Janet Martin

this song has a special preciousness to it; it was played at Ron's funeral.

Click link on Ron's name for more on that)

My oh my, how we at WBC and beyond miss him! 

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!

 In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope 

through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,

1 Pet.1:3

The Glad Truth (of what Time cannot change)

 Because it promised to be a lively one...

 ...into the crock-pot early this morning went one thawed beef blade roast along with

potatoes, carrots, rutabaga, onion , salt, pepper 

and a handful of fresh from-the-freezer chopped parsley (flakes work as well)

Seal crock-pot with foil, put on lid and turn on low all day!

Nothing makes Victoria, the family smile like beef browned potatoes!

So simple. So good on a cold winter night!

One of those delicious delights that time cannot change!

Dawning upon us like love’s madrigal

Hails the glad truth of what time cannot change

Darling, the things that matter most of all

The Chieftain of progress can never estrange

In spite of all it seems to rearrange

It cannot alter the thrill of hello

When face to face, long-missed loved ones we meet

It cannot tarnish the garnish of snow

Soft on the rooftop and woodland and street

Spilling a canvas we scribble with feet

Time leaps with joy in ahoy blush and gold

As we set sail on a sea of new morn

Nature’s surprises will never grow old

Each bloom as fresh as the first ever born

Bestowing beauty to worlds weary-worn

 Modern-day mayhem’s most impressive boasts

Cannot claim credit for sunset or rise

The Hand that grants what accomplishment toasts

Is not affected by time’s age and size

No matter how swift the season-clock flies

Thus, the best things in life will remain so

 Leisurely picnics and much work to do

Teachers to learn from the tots in their tow

Hilltops to offer, if scaled, quite a view

Heaven-glimpse in four words, ‘I love you too’

Laughter that lilts like a gilt butterfly

Butter to better the best have-a-taste

Chatter of children as pure as the sky

Pleasure when we find the keys we misplaced

Twilight on velvet blue, quarter-moon graced

Thank God for puppy with mischievous lad

Sunshine that cannot be stoppered and sold

Beautiful baby and proud mom and dad

Humbled and whelmed by the charge in their hold

Thank God for wonder that never grows old

Wonder to startle the most wizened sage

Music to sweeten sometimes-sour notes

Too many poems to tender to page

River that rushes with autumn’s leaf-boats

Farewells that leave aching lumps in our throats

Supper that spells happiness in a dish

God, rich in mercy whatever our lot

Darling, the things that most satisfy wish

Time cannot altar one tittle or jot

No matter how many years it has caught

© Janet Martin

 Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Heb.13:8

So Much To Live For!

I've just returned from a few nights in New England 

where I was treated to a year in Tasha Tudor's gardens! 

Oh, the bliss of book-travel! 

This trip was such great inspiration to start those seedling-dreams now!

Here's a sneak-peek to a trip you can take too (if you can find the book!)

I had this unexpected pleasure thanks to a friend 

who lent me a book she borrowed from a friend so

unfortunately you will need to find your own 'ticket' to borrow or buy!😀

A trip like this can remind us of so much to live/love for!

So much to live for where moments soft-wed

Wellsprings of waiting with wishes fulfilled

Morning is breaking, mercy is not dead

Rife runs the river that death has not stilled

Where life is granting so much to love for

Four-season circuits of hold and let go

Leaving us torn between graces of yore

Before the faces we kiss with hello

So much to reach for from dawn’s pulsing prow

Where soon high noon then twilight sweeps the lea

Meteor-showers of right here, right now

Sparkle and fizz into echo-debris

Beckoning us to be all that we can

Before the hour of reckoning comes

Where still so much to learn vexes the plan

Caught in the flux of Bygone’s tallied sums

So much to hope for where seasons soft-shed

Petals of farewell for buds primed with plume

Soon we will transplant the dreams in our head

Into the gardens that leap into bloom

So many poems still waiting to be

So many moments to measure and pour

Turning time into opportunity

Where today wakens so much to live for

© Janet Martin

Nostalgic Nocturne

My blog is a bit of a poem-diary as years go by...

sometimes it's interesting to look back and see what I wrote on this date 

7 or 8 years ago...

in 2012 I  wrote

The Little Brown Nest 

I still participated in more poet-communities back then, before my days grew shorter lol!

No, it's more like before I had to get to bed earlier in order to function the next day.

Sometimes I feel like I had more time to write back then...

(I didn't) but sometimes it just feels like it
... I guess the point I'm trying to make is that 

we can always only do what the day/season we are in allows.

The trick is seizing the opportunities as they come

and appreciating what each season in life offers (heart-tugs are love's bonus)

We cannot turn time back to when the days were freer, greener then

Or touch the place that seems so fine as we retrace its blurred design

And we cannot return to where we threw echoes into the air

Nor by the might of wish incite what drew away by day and night

Or by the charge of thought revoke the rules we broke, the words we spoke

Where what we leave behind still weaves

The scenes we’ll rewind on some far-off winter’s eve

© Janet Martin