Saturday, February 29, 2020

Now...Before Eternity

Yesterday's Brush
Today's art!

A compilation of Now does not
drift and heap visibly like flakes of snow...

yet leaves lifetimes in its wake...

Now is the test of time
Now is the day of grace
Now is a rung on scales we climb
A universal race
Now is all that we have
Twixt past and future fixed
Now is the dirt above the grave
The stomping ground betwixt
All that has passed away
All that is yet to be
Now is the mercy of Today
Before eternity

Now is the test of time
Now grace is full and free
Now is a ladder that we climb 
Into eternity

© Janet Martin

2 Cor.6:2 NASB

Behold, now is "THE ACCEPTABLE TIME," 
behold, now is "THE DAY OF SALVATION "--

Where Hope Is...Not

Happy Leap-day!
Especially to those celebrating their birthdays today!

 "Come now, let us settle the matter," says the LORD.
 "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; 
though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

Pink flares and fades beyond plush grades of freshly fallen snow
Soon the whole sky is like a sigh of pastel overflow
The heath above earth’s pristine glove rouses a tender rhyme
Before the air becomes the stair the sun begins to climb
Where hope is not some routine jot tendered to to-do's chase
But God's abiding rod and staff; the autograph of grace

See how dawn’s glow ignites the snow; gold gilds white through and through
As mercy wields, o'er hills and fields, morn's olden orb anew
The showcase of faith, hope and love beams with Time’s practiced grin
The crepuscule of neb’lous wool withdrawn; Dawn wins again
Where hope is not Positive Thought derived by mortal breath
Hope is redemption; the exemption from eternal death

Then with the voice of earth rejoice and praise mankind’s Best Friend
No matter what, the love of God is faithful without end
The beauty we behold unfolds a glimpse of what hope grants
If we believe and then receive Mercy’s inheritance
Where hope is not circumstance-wrought, but purchased at great cost
For God so loved the world He gave His Son to save the lost

Pink flares and fades; care's escapades fuel what prayers become
For none of us can know the Thus ensconced in moment-sum
But we are clean as the pure sheen of freshly fallen snow
If we confess our sinfulness (for God’s word tells us so)
Where hope is not karma’s mascot that lucky stars achieve
Hope is the love that secures us the moment we believe

© Janet Martin

Friday, February 28, 2020

The Onions Are Sprouting!

The onions are sprouting
Thus hope usurps doubting
Where we feared perhaps spring would lose her fair way
Where landscapes are pillowed
With white-capes soft billowed
Like waves made of marshmallow crème and star-fray

High-ho merry maiden
With pots and pans laden
With fresh-chopped ingredients ready for soup
Soon fresh garden salad
Will tickle the palate
Soon all this white mayhem will melt underfoot

Then sing without sorrow
In some soon tomorrow
The field’s frozen furrow will turn like a page
The seed in the packet
Will spill from its jacket
The bloom in the bud will break free of its cage

The onions are sprouting
This humble gourd shouting
From dark cellar corners of bright sunny hours
Then grin at this hinter
Teasing Old Man Winter
With tender green tendrils; the prelude to flowers

© Janet Martin

Thursday-what's-for-Supper was loosely based on this recipe...
(I added black beans, fresh veggies, soy sauce and omitted one can of soup) 

 Last night's supper left-overs are perfect for today's savoury snow-day soup!

While We Feel Oh, So Little (in the Grand Scheme of Today)

How and what ,wherever-in-the-world-you-are, are you doing today? 

Snow-lovers are getting their cups of happiness filled to overflowing the past few days!
Due to all this 'happiness' no kiddos today...

 My head wanted a poem about snow but
 another Whisper usurped...

 Are we in God's Word?
If not, how much  ALL we miss!

 But Christ is faithful as the Son over God’s house. 
And we are His house, if we hold firmly to our confidence 
 and the hope of which we boast.
“Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts..."

While we feel oh, so little in the Grand Scheme of Today
Our Father up in Heaven hears each earnest prayer we pray
Then, as we entrust heart’s desires to Hope’s Advocate
What seemed so small becomes a Powerhouse of humble faith

Love’s divine intervention we oft do not recognize
As He draws strayed attention to the grave-ness of The Prize
Our Father up in Heaven, pray we do not disregard
Your Voice until our hearts become indifferent and hard

The death of a believer sometimes precedes the cold grave
When the Deceiver succeeds in making someone sight’s slave
But sight is the opponent to the fight that faith empowers
Our Father up in Heaven’s ways do not cater to ours

The God of love bids us believe; the devil bids us doubt
The God of love bids us receive what none dare die without
How pitiful is the perception of the naked eye
I AM can never be contained in cups thought could descry

The ellipses that gather day by day then year by year
Final exhale eclipses then the Unseen will appear
Then all that fueled argument and hope will be made plain
In the Beginning IS the Word that will forever reign

© Janet Martin 

 Acts 28:23-27

  They arranged to meet Paul on a certain day, 
and came in even larger numbers to the place where he was staying. 
He witnessed to them from morning till evening, explaining about the kingdom of God, 
and from the Law of Moses and from the Prophets he tried to persuade them about Jesus.  
 Some were convinced by what he said, but others would not believe.  
 They disagreed among themselves and began to leave after Paul had made this final statement:
 “The Holy Spirit spoke the truth to your ancestors when he said through Isaiah the prophet:

 “‘Go to this people and say,
“You will be ever hearing but never understanding;
    you will be ever seeing but never perceiving.” 
 For this people’s heart has become calloused;
    they hardly hear with their ears,
    and they have closed their eyes.
Otherwise they might see with their eyes,
    hear with their ears,
    understand with their hearts
and turn, and I would heal them.’[a]

Thursday, February 27, 2020

A Hellish and Heavenly Reality...


There is a battle that exists twixt apathy and righteousness
It is not fought with swords or fists but with response to holiness
To disregard God may appear of little consequence, at first
How subtle is the arsenal of disobedience, death-cursed
No red flags wave, no caution lights warn us of second thoughts to give

Oh, ye of woven dust to dust, dost thou not feel God’s fingerprint
Oh we, students of lust or trust, do we not see time’s meager stint
If God would part the veil to grant a breath-breadth-glimpse above, beneath
How we would all grow deathly pale to witness weeping;gnashing teeth
One glimpse of heaven’s rich reward would confirm This is holy ground

And we would not despise the rod but beg to be tried and refined
To keep us from being deceived by a buffet of blinded sight
Rather, keened to eternity that lurks like a thief in the night
And not be seduced by displays of poisoned peaches, honey-dipped
But prepare for that Certain Day when body from the Soul is stripped

How thin the veil of skin that separates man from his Maker, God
How unalterable The Choice when dust and ash succumbs to sod
Wake up; wake up, all ye who slumber while the Groom is drawing nigh
Then pray we ponder somberly the soul-goal we are headed for

© Janet Martin