October-set

Jim, my most faithful compliment-or and critic

said this morning, 'bless their hearts, whoever they are

(who bother  take the time to read another autumn poem by Janet

And have any idea what she's saying)'

And I say Amen. 😀

(I usually try to finish writing before he is home but I got lost

outside too long this morning...

He said if he wrote an autumn poem it would say

In Fall 

We Rake 

Leaves. 

I told him most people would prefer his style to mine. 😂

He is for the most part very patient when it comes to my rhyme-fetish.

This morning's frost did it;

Earth is embossed in golden snow!

 

Earth’s halls are decked with Autumn-set 

Beneath our feet is splayed 

The fading strains of what remains 

Of foliage-promenade 

Ballrooms of air are gleaming where 

Leaf-ballerinas twirl 

And lure us in to laugh and spin 

With life’s Forever Girl 

Impressions of fond days we love 

Are transformed, leaf-by-leaf 

The Dancer shucked and gently tucked 

Into the Planter’s Sheaf 

The Best and Worst of Blessed and Cursed 

Are lavished with fine art 

Where time performs its season-storms 

Until death do us part 

Now dawn is tossed in yawns of frost 

The Silence, silver-kissed 

As green becomes the brittle sums 

Of Autumn’s amethyst 

Where gardens glow with golden snow 

Midst heart-throbbed hugs and sighs 

Because we sense the transience 

Of autumn’s paradise 

Weightless and soft medallions waft 

As nature’s tresses fall 

Into a wreath settled beneath 

The Framework of it all 

© Janet Martin 

More Than Swift Sweep of Seasons...

The older I get the more it feels like seasons sweep through years

like the wind through leaves...

 

Thankfully life is much more than a legacy of leaves

Seasons but the effecting of what dust-to-dust conceives

In this swift sweep of seasons spurred by rise and setting sun 

Of appetites we feed or curb with seeds soon spilled and spun 

Whether shadows of doubt dark-fall, or clear appears the view 

God knows the ins and outs of all with which we have to do 

The break of day with seamless sway folds into noon, then dusk 

While we, students of Learning taste the grains that drain the husk 

And in the course of smacking lips, of samples bitter, sweet 

We start to sense an Immense Grip instilled in hands and feet 

The Matrix from which moments flow is without form or cast 

Where from a foothold we call Now future turns into past 

And from the Hand that gives, a world of hands reaches to take 

Where everyone who lives is loved by He who holds time's ‘cake’ 

…and no one is forgotten on earth’s awesome glockenspiel 

No matter who we are the Author holds and turns a wheel 

Which ushers tears and laughter through the flue of day-to-day 

Until the Ever-after brushes out Mercy’s buffet 

Ah, what a feast for thought is this; The One who grants Because 

Metes more than the analysis of scientific laws 

In this swift sweep of seasons spurred by rise and setting sun 

He knows the inmost ins and outs of each and everyone 

And what some deem as nothing but a blue dot flung to space 

Is Human Being’s common ground abounding with God’s grace 

Where He is the Good Shepherd of Time’s season-thoroughfare 

And we are all together sheep in pastures of His care 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 95:6-7

Come, let us bow down in worship,

let us kneel before the Lord our Maker;

7for he is our God

and we are the people of his pasture,

the flock under his care.

Oh, Gentle Shepherd

  

Psalm23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: 

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: 

he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: 

for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: 

thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: 

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Garden Siesta Song

 

After the garden is plowed...

...it always seems to beg a farewell-ballad

Like a pungent, umber blanket tucked in all along each edge

Autumn’s garden, slumber-readied tugs at Twilight’s loose heart-threads 

Sky-high noon of laughing summer has its sun-spun luster lost 

Now October yields to kisses brusque with dusk and leaf embossed 

Soon a crop of stars will sparkle on the midnight of the sod 

And the plot that popped with colour will be covered up by God 

Granting to the soil sweet respite while fruit-flower founts are sealed 

Interceding for the good of both the grower and the field 

Longing and relief entangle in the furrows, doffed and brown 

Where the silk of echo-spangles wafts aloft like thistledown 

As the murmur of spent summer like a brook, not frozen yet 

With a tempo of mementos plays a tender minuet 

Sleep, dear garden do not worry what the morrow holds for thee 

God has said as long as earth is, seed and harvest-time will be 

Snuggle up and take thy rest now, beneath downy sheets of snow 

While you earned winter’s siesta, I was learning to let go 

© Janet Martin 

Minuet in G

Skimming the surface of Echo-spangles...

The bright side of a poor potato patch...lots of play-space!

Universal Call/Cross

Wherever He Leads I'll Go

(can you whole-heartedly and honestly sing the hymn below without reserve?!)

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite when I sing it.

I tend to get kinda stuck in My Ways😒

Taking up our cross and following...

Nothing speaks quite so powerfully as a person's choices.

When we watch someone lay all of their own personal desires

on the altar of daily sacrifice to wholly follow Him.

We have a young man with a young family who is about to start fulltime

service at our church after leaving a secure job to answer God's call.

Will you pray for him (Andreas) and his family in this leap  step of faith...

And while you do could you add another man (Gary) and his family to your prayers,

joining our church family in January.

The rebuilding at WBC, around the hole Ron left begins...

Matt. 16:24 

Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone desires to come after Me, 

let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me.

Luke 9:23

Then He said to them all, “If anyone desires to come after Me, 

let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.

There is a universal call to all who love God’s Son 

Though He has paid the debt for sin the cost has just begun 

For all who follow in His steps must be willing to die 

To the desires of the flesh and their own will deny 

There is a cross not made of wood that we are called to take 

To do the things disciples should for their dear Master’s sake 

Not to adhere to high decrees some prominence to prove 

But to follow where His call leads with no motive/credit but love 

There is a thorough reckoning that someday will come due 

Where reply to His beckoning is more than verbal spew 

Whether we are courageous or remain somewhat aloof 

Our answer spills in pages we fill up with Living Proof 

There is a universal call to repent and believe 

And oh, how very beautiful is Faith’s Gift we receive 

Where, though Redemption’s price is paid and salvation is free 

The cost is still cross-shaped as we respond to ‘follow Me’ 

© Janet Martin 

Happiness Is Full Of Holes

Oh the irony; the Bloom that blesses 

with greatest happiness-es

Is the selfsame Sheaf

cradling our deepest grief!

Cherish the bloom...

Still a few tenacious blooms hoisting their pretty plumes💕

No precious posy is overlooked as we are poised on the brink of November!

Happiness seems to grow dearer 

As the days to years increase 

Where it seems joy’s perfect picture 

Is often missing a piece 

Missing faces and caresses 

From those too far off to reach 

Realizing happiness-es 

Are like waves that wash the beach 

Rush of pure and sweet enchantments 

Swirls and eddies; tender taunt 

Runs life rife with disappointments 

We did not expect or want 

Takes away a much-loved someone 

Leaves a teardrop in their stead 

Teaching us to cherish moments 

Weaving a gossamer thread 

…full of twists and tears and creases 

That no fingers can secure 

And though it is missing pieces 

Happiness can still endure 

For with loss comes the awak’ning 

To the other side of joy 

And the sacred undertaking 

Of the moments we employ 

Futile to unravel echoes 

Where time’s sparkle-skein unfolds 

Better to embrace the present 

And the happiness it holds 

Happiness, life's sweet Comforter

How its wonder warms our souls

Happiness, we soon discover

Is a blanket full of holes

© Janet Martin 

Grateful For The Afterglow...

 

"Oh! I'm so glad we're back to a golden glow instead of snow!"

I raved to Victoria this morning after yesterday's late-afternoon eyeopener!

Autumn’s color-riot quiets 

The crowd, loud with awed applause 

Pauses to raid wonder’s closet 

Finds a scarf of mauve-mist gauze 

Winds it ‘round the heart with gladness 

Grateful for the afterglow 

As October’s colour-madness 

Whispers suggestions of snow 

© Janet Martin 

Preparing For Combat

How do we prepare for combat?

For something will (without a doubt) test where we are at

Since time began man has been at odds with each other.

In the very first family Cain murdered his brother.

What gets our ire sparked most severely

What are the values we hold to most dearly

How in the muddle of this human race

Of political, ethical, theological debates

Can we be equipped for the battle at large

and know what to do when our tempers cry 'CHARGE!'

The Armor of God 

Eph.6:10-17

10Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 

11Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 

12For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, 

but against the rulers,

against the authorities, 

against the powers of this dark world 

and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 

13Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, 

you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 

14Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, 

with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 

15and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 

16In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, 

with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 

17Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

How long this trampled...

...sampled orb

has weathered seasoned ways...

(this morning the snow has returned to its rightful October place😊)

How long this trampled, sampled orb has weathered seasoned ways 

Where man forgets to give the Lord His righteous due of praise 

Where constant combat wages twixt desire and despair 

As human heart engages in fight-to-the-death warfare 

And never ought to leave exposed one vulnerable part 

Lest the sly serpent’s hate should penetrate with fatal dart 

How often we leap out of bed and seize the ready rod 

Then dash into the fight without the full armor of God 

Aha, man’s confrontation with temptation is severe 

If we rush into battle without God’s protective gear 

And not until we realize our dilemma is grim 

Is careless pride cut down to size as we call out to Him 

Who can afford to disregard the Lord’s prerequisite? 

The power of His might is not an accidental fit 

But with sober intention the wise soldier puts in place 

The infallible armor of God’s righteousness and grace 

So that we may withstand the arrows of the enemy 

And be equipped to fight the good fight unto victory 

© Janet Martin 

My Soul Be On Thy Guard

  

Lyrics in English

My Soul Be on Thy Guard

George Heath

1. My soul, be on thy guard,
   Ten thousand foes arise,
   And hosts of sin are pressing hard
   To draw thee from the skies.
2. Oh, watch, and fight, and pray,
   The battle ne’er give o’er,
   Renew it boldly every day,
   And help divine implore.
3. Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
   Nor once at ease sit down;
   Thine arduous work will not be done
   Till thou hast got the crown.
4. Fight on, my soul, till death
   Shall bring thee to thy God;
   He’ll take thee at thy parting breath
   Up to His blest abode.

This Song Is Not For Everyone

The wise will be put to shame;

they will be dismayed and trapped.

Since they have rejected the word of the Lord,

what kind of wisdom do they have?

Jer.8:9

Jer.17:5&7

This is what the Lord says:

“Cursed is the one who trusts in man,

who draws strength from mere flesh

and whose heart turns away from the Lord...

...But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, 

 whose confidence is in him.

The Solid Rock

This 'song' below is not for everyone 

But for anyone 

who puts their trust in God

To the ruler of earth and Heaven; Forgiver of sin 

Where the darkness is riven by His light without, within 

To He who instills bud and seed with miraculous mien 

And satisfies the need of all who by His blood are clean 

To He who helps us muster faith when we trust in his Word 

And grants us confidence because His Way is undeterred 

To He who does not lead the sheep of his pasture astray 

But is a Faithful Shepherd, no matter what scorners say 

To He who WAS, IS and Will BE, whose love will never fail 

Who paid sin’s debt at Calvary and rent the temple’s veil 

To He who understands the prayers we pray and always hears 

The pleas we cannot utter as they fall in groans and tears 

To He who receives everyone who believes in his Name 

And does not count against us damning track-records of shame 

As far as east is from the west as pardon’s rivers pour 

He washes our sin-debt and remembers it no more 

To He who does not change like shifting shadows but abides 

And is hope’s steadfast anchor in Time’s tumultuous tides 

To He who bends autumn with leaves and lends wonder’s fine art 

Who does not judge our harvest-sheaves by size but by the heart 

To He whose will is that no one should perish but that all 

If He postpones His coming will upon the Saviour call 

To He, so slow to anger, Mercy fills His treasure trove 

Who does not bribe, but beckons with an everlasting love 

To He who promises to bless we who trust in the Lord 

Thine is the kingdom, power and glory forevermore 

© Janet Martin 

Seeing Through the Glass Darkly or Prayer Changes Things/Us

This is not just any old chair...

Many, a many a prayer has climbed faith's stair from this old chair!

Prayers for forgiveness, wisdom, healing, patience and trust

and above all, love.

Prayer changes things; it transcends logic’s altitude of facts 

And transfers answers onus to He who His will exacts 

Mercy makes no mistakes, though the middle of His reply 

May feel like harsh rebuttals to the creature of the cry 

Prayer changes things; even when reasoning is mystified 

And ‘answers’ do not always feel like God is on our side 

Prayer changes things, if faith can learn to trust enough to yield 

And leave it all to Love until His purpose is revealed 

Prayer changes things; it flees the cage of comprehension’s scope 

And leaves the outcome with the One who is man’s Living Hope 

Prayer teaches us to listen as He whispers ‘Peace, be still’ 

While He works out for Greater Good the purpose of His will 

Prayer changes things, like attitudes impaired with fear or pride 

The Potter shapes the clay where change begins; on the inside 

And just as Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane 

Prayed to his Father so He bids us all ‘come unto Me’ 

Prayer changes things; as we begin to relinquish control 

And surrender the answers to the Saviour of the soul 

Prayer is the hiding place beneath the feathers of His wings 

Where God gathers us close, so close to Him; prayer changes things 

© Janet Martin 

We pray yet often prayers feel unanswered. 

We pray for healing and people die. 

We pray for the salvation of lost souls, ‘but they will not’ 

We pray for change that does not happen 

For love that seems to fail. 

But we see through a glass darkly. We see in part. 

Jesus prayed in Gethsemane and taught us how to pray;

Matt.26:39 

Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, 

"My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. 

Yet not as I will, but as you will." 

He was brutally crucified. He died. 

It looked like His prayer was unanswered but

God the Father sees beyond the present circumstance/suffering! 

Isa. 53:10-11

Yet it was the Lord’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer,
    and though the Lord makes[c] his life an offering for sin,
he will see his offspring and prolong his days,
    and the will of the Lord will prosper in his hand.

After he has suffered,
    he will see the light of life[d] and be satisfied[e];
by his knowledge[f] my righteous servant will justify many,
    and he will bear their iniquities.

Heb 2. 8-10 

Now in putting everything in subjection to him, 

he left nothing outside his control.

At present, we do not yet see everything in subjection to him. 

But we see him who for a little while was made lower than the angels, namely Jesus, 

crowned with glory and honor because of the suffering of death, 

so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone. 

For it was fitting that he, for whom and by whom all things exist, 

in bringing many sons to glory, should make the founder of their salvation

perfect through suffering...

How Deep The Father's Love For Us

About The Good Old Days...

Some supper-nights are more chatter-y than others; 

lots of laughter at tonight's meal reminded me to Cherish

It takes more than reviving old-fashioned cake recipes (like Queen Elizabeth cake) 

and pies (like shoofly pie)

to bring back the good-old-days, but we kitcheneers sometimes try

because we never know what recreating nostalgic flavours will create;

perhaps some youngster's good-old-day memories!

Maybe for my family it will be something like tonight's roasted veggies and chili!

More this year than ever before have I heard (sometimes from my own mouth)

'I miss the old normal' or

'I miss the good, old days'

Although we cannot bring back ‘good, old days’ sweetened by years 

Where, smoothed beneath the hand of time its grindstone disappears 

We ought to strive to keep alive the essence of its How 

And serve it up in ways that seem quite ordinary now 

The gold gong in yon belfry has not changed since time began 

The length and breadth of day to day the same since Adam’s clan 

And love, in spite of all the flaws and faux pas of people 

Is still the Greatest Commandment no progress can annul 

We cannot toss a lure into the deep and draw to shore 

Like a big bass, walleye or pike, those dear-old-days of yore 

But we can seek to emulate the impressions they wove 

And make, even in modern days some good-old-days to love 

Because it is life’s simple things that never lose their charm 

The joy a dinner hour brings where homes are welcome-warm 

And we use words like God, mom, dad, I’m sorry, try again 

Until these days don’t seem so bad that no good can remain 

How common seem the threads that weave mementos, held most dear 

Where echoes waft in pictures that grow more perfect each year 

Because, Time’s tender touch brushes blemishes from Past’s art 

To make the ‘good old days’ a priceless treasure of the heart 

© Janet Martin 

Like A Scarf...

Everything we see is like a scarf 

wrapped around 

More Than Meets the Eye

There's no doubt about it; 

the colour-clock is counting down its tints, 

leaf by leaf, 

like a scarf dismantling

stitch by stitch

Beneath our feet the bittersweet fragments of glory gleam...

The rain drains woodlands of mosaics; scarlet yields to gray 

The wind dwindles leaf-kindled awe as autumn awnings fray 

Beneath our feet the bittersweet fragments of glory gleam 

A little bit like echoes from a fond and altered dream 

The gold that boldly stole our breath while death regaled our view 

With leafy-limbed apparel sketched on backdrops brooding-blue 

Surrenders; for the Splendor cannot keep at bay the toll 

That dismantles tree-mantles like the veil that shrouds the Soul 

Earth’s smorgasbord of beauty is a marvel to behold 

But Time, the tireless Tutor soon reveals more than the mold 

And we who once were deluded by what our eyes applaud 

Become attuned to sums beneath the first-fruits of façade 

The Season-clock is never knocked off-kilter; day by day 

And leaf by leaf and tick by tock Death stalks its primal prey 

Where breath by breath we weave a wreath like leaf or flower-chains 

Till the circle of life falls like a scarf from What Remains

 

© Janet Martin

Soul/Sole Security

Seems fall-lovers here in Ontario

continue to be thrilled to the max by 

an exceptionally colorful version of the season

in what has been an exceptionally trying year!

The picture below is from a photo-poem desk calendar 

I received out of the blue (no birthday or anything) the other year

from my sister; I keep re-enjoying it because there's always pages I've missed or forgotten!

(I think that's why each season never loses its splendor; the missing and forgetting😊)

No matter what season we are in

may it always be a season of prayer,

Because Time is a turbulent tide!

Sickness of body and soul 

and so much beyond our control

insist we choose either faith or fear

to be compass and guide...

Fear flings us into foaming deeps

without a hope or prayer

Faith (even mustard-seed in size) 

is the firm anchor that keeps

us from drowning in despair

We surf a sea of season-tides 

What hides in its momentous deep 

Could keep us from hope’s sheer delight 

And rob us of laughter and sleep 

We bobble between faith and fear 

Because there is no clear-cut course 

Carved through the waves that vault and veer 

And dash us with violent force 

No one can claim clear-sailing grants 

Or tame the turbulence of Test 

Where surf and turf of circumstance 

Is always volatile at best 

Nobody knows what lies ahead 

How then can we find joy and peace 

Fear fills our hearts with doubt and dread 

Where dark the doleful clouds increase 

Faith finds the anchor that abides 

In He who hears each humble prayer 

And cups the sea of season-tides 

And all its ‘surfers’ in His care 

Then since, beyond our control

The toll of time rolls like the sea

Surely the faith that makes us whole

Is our sole/soul security

 

© Janet Martin 

Matthew 8:26
"You of little faith," Jesus replied, "why are you so afraid?" 

Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, 

and it was perfectly calm.

There are SO many seasons in life not marked by a calendar!

For whatever season we are in here's hoping

we have a Friend to weather whatever the weather be...

What a Friend We Have in Jesus

For Watchmen/Women of the Flowered Bower/Bow-er

This poem is an out-pouring of love

 for a world full of children

who begin so purely but must soon and surely 

choose for themselves

who they will serve/trust 

As we who watch for dawn to rend yon regions steeped in dark...

And siphon from the silhouette of trees the singing lark (or harsh shriek of blue jays😀)

...as we who wait for baited bud to break

Alas, perfection cannot keep nature's fiat at bay...

As we who wait for baited bud to break and thus disclose

The essence of a Presence suggested in ev’ry rose 

Alas, perfection cannot keep nature’s fiat at bay 

No matter how pure life begins it is time’s ceaseless prey 

Where influence of elements and matrix of demise 

Will soon convey the evidence of death’s flowery disguise 

As we who watch for dawn to rend yon regions, steeped in dark 

And siphon from the silhouette of trees the singing lark 

Where birth is the beginning of what none can circumvent 

Farewell is always thinning the fabric of Therefore’s tent 

And perception is often blinded by what eyes behold 

Though This is but the catalyst that twists and breaks the mold 

As a mother who keeps account of her forever-child 

Always on earnest guard because this hard world is defiled 

And bent, it seems on robbing dreamers of their innocence 

She prays for mercies multiplied against pride’s ignorance 

Because she knows how swift the petals of the rose adorn 

The sash of dust and ash beneath the branches of the thorn 

We are like gleaners in a field watered with prayers and tears 

Someday faith’s framework will be filled when Majesty appears 

Where roses never falter and the night will never fall 

When Time’s sorrow-stained altar will be crushed once and for all 

As paupers pray for Kindness, as the shepherd tends the lamb 

We watch and work and wait till the Fulfillment of I AM 

For someday every knee will bow and every tongue confess

That He is Lord; the soul will be stripped of its flowered dress

And Righteousness will reign forevermore; no enemy

Where death is not the end of life, nor grave the victory

As we who watch for bud to break or darkness borne away

We pray the more as we approach the coming of That Day

© Janet Martin 

Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait until the Lord comes. 

He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of the heart. 

At that time each will receive their praise from God.

1 Cor.4:5