Wednesday, June 23, 2021

June Is Like a Poem

 

Some sweet June-stanzas already savoured today...πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ˜Š






June is like a poem waiting to be reined
Earth a-throb with lyrics spilling unrestrained
Woodland, field and garden sparkle, pulse and brim
Filling hills and hearts and dells with nature’s hymn

June is like a poem written without ink
Filling loose-leaf pages with gold-orange-pink
From sunup to sundown stanzas dance and drip
Land and welkin burgeon with God’s penmanship

June is like a poem, summer-warm and sweet
Spilling like a love-song to earth’s music-sheet
From daisy-decanter, through leaf-canopies
Snared in barefoot banter, sighing on the breeze

June is like a poem waiting to be read
Wonderfully woven with botanic thread
Luring us with lyrics’ gleaming, teeming sheen
From the lily-lantern and fields silver-green

June is like a poem people cannot write
Lesser poets grapple with its pure delight
Delving into inkwells, dew and raindrop pearled
June is like a poem from God to the world

© Janet Martin

From the lily-lantern


and fields silver-green...





Tuesday, June 22, 2021

The Farewell We Are In...


Whenever I see the peonies begin to wilt and wither
I'm filled with a sense of loss...




Loss tends to make us bend a little closer to the bloom
To revel in the fragrant folds falling from summer’s loom
How subtle whirs the shuttle taming tendrils of the vine
Into a paisley fretwork of echo-woven design

Loss tends to make us kinder where we had been blind before
To how swift petals fade and fall to bloom for-nevermore
Whether the loss we suffer is a friend or season-flit
We find our hearts grow softer in the aftermath of it

Loss tends to make us more aware and thankful for Today
That ever- fleeting chariot that draws the years away
Filled with a holy hunger we can never quite appease
While petals fall from flowers like hours to memories

Loss tends to make us mindful of a deeper sense of Now
Its sorrow seems to kindle sweeter happiness somehow
As we learn to live slower and take time to take time in
Because Loss tends to tune us to the Farewell we are in

© Janet Martin

But as I mourn the end of another peony season I turn to
see that once again, the lily-lanterns are lit...


Loss tends to make us bend a little closer to the bloom...



The grass withers, the flower fades, 
But the word of our God stands forever.”
Isa.40:8

Always and All For God

 


The fruit of our labour is sometimes strawberries.
The fruit of our faith, ah, who can fathom?!


This poem was inspired first by a glorious wave of morning-tide
rolling over the rain-washed countryside...





...before heading out for a berry delightful morning
 at a nearby pick-your-own strawberry patch!




Always, and all for God who gives, may our motive be
Each moment-metered life one lives leads to eternity
All that we have, by time is tried; a sacred sea that pours
In waves of morn-to-eventide, awash twixt Eon’s shores

In waves of morn to eventide awash twixt Eon’s shores
Across still gaping graves, time flies, in season-repertoires
While we must choose who we will serve and thus the Soul’s reward
Some never look beyond Self-worth, some live to please the Lord

Some never look beyond Self-worth, some live to please the Lord
Some set their sights upon this earth as if they can afford
To ignore what some cling to like a lifeline sure and keen;
The substance of things hoped for and its evidence unseen

The substance of things hoped for and its evidence unseen
Instills with awesome purpose what would oft seem harsh and mean
Aware while moments dance and race we owe their no return
Always and all for God who grants the grace that none can earn

Always and all for God who grants the grace that none can earn
Where mercy meets us face to face as surely as the morn
Where wealth accrued cannot provide that which will save the soul
When waves of morn to eventide no longer swell and roll

© Janet Martin

And whatever you do, do it heartily, 
as to the Lord and not to men,
Col.3:23

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, 
the evidence of things not seen.
Heb.11:1


Monday, June 21, 2021

Wedding Veil/Vale

 



Sometimes when I look at these precious tots I mourn for them,
and the world they are growing up in...
but they will have the same Enduring and Faithful God over all...
(Your faithfulness endures to all generations... Psalm 119:90)
and just like generations before them,
they will need to learn to lean and listen, 
trust and obey.




Dear Lord, we come to Thee in meek, earnest and grateful prayer
Entrusting all we cannot see into your faithful care
Before Your throne of grace, we place our heap of humble pleas
And thank you for your faithful Keep throughout the centuries

This veil/vale of day-to-day runs through a darksome hourglass
Where none of us can see the way before it comes to pass
Lord, help us not to yield to fear, save You, reverently
For time is but the sheer veneer that veils eternity

Forgive us Lord, when we neglect to praise your Worthy name
Blindly intent on what we see instead of why You came
To bear sin’s vast and ghastly cost for each and everyone
So that our souls will not be lost when life on earth is done

Dear Lord, for health and strength, or when health and strength start to fail
We thank You for your promises that nothing can derail
For you will never leave or forsake, come whatever may
You comfort sorrow’s heartache and you hear us when we pray

...and You reply, sometimes with yes so very plain to see
Sometimes it seems you finesse faith with Mercy's mystery
But you are faithful even when we cannot understand
Thy All-wise acumen moving Giver and Taker's Hand

Dear Lord, then let love’s hymn resound, abound in word and deed
The Rock of Ages is the solid ground that we all need
The gates of hell cannot against Your Will and Word prevail
Your church oh, Lord is founded on a Rock that cannot fail

Devoted to the Groom, as She dearly anticipates
Love’s final covenant, proclaimed, acclaimed like none before
When this dark Veil/vale of Days is rent/raised and time will be no more

Amen

© Janet Martin






John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you. 
I do not give to you as the world gives. 
Do not let your hearts be troubled; do not be afraid.

John 15:18
If the world hates you, understand that it hated Me first.



Sunday, June 20, 2021

My Dad


Happy Father's Day!

Dad in his woodworking-shop...



His love for God and family and fellowman shines through
His unspoken humility and reverent point of view
His sense of humour quick yet kind, not off-colour or mean
Where God’s Word feeds and fills his mind to keep his conscience keen

Father of ten and yet again, it seems like so much more
Blessed by beloved grand-children and great-grandchildren galore
Hard-working and hard-praying, his hallmark of workworn hands
Committed to obeying His Father in Heav’ns commands

His words worth listening to because his speech is not idle
But in sincerity and truth he draws from wisdom’s well
With honour to the One who makes his love and laughter glad
Each one of his ten children are so proud to call him Dad

The older that he gets the older turns his darling brood
And we begin to cherish him with deeper gratitude
For his faithful example; so we work hard and we pray
For our dear dad (and mom), God's keeping, each and every day

For generations yet to come, with shepherd's staff and rod
He seeks first the kingdom that leads to, not from Holy God
He teaches us to keep in mind the footsteps that we spawn
Where precious souls follow behind long after we are gone
 

© Janet Martin


Numbers 6:24-26

The Lord bless you and keep you;
25 The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
26 The Lord [a]lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.” ’

Psalms 127:3-5 - 
Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.
 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth.
 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. 
They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.

Saturday, June 19, 2021

A June Jingle


A glimpse at bits of inspiration for today's poem









As she sees in each petaled star the way time disappears...


June flutters by like a butterfly on wings of gossamer/go-summer
A dashing smile of chamomile and pink peony blur
It tinges views with silver blue of distant mist-kissed green
And tests the thrill of what yet is with will of what has been

This month of months blushes with blooms, the belle at nature’s ball
Enticing us to linger where its limber shadows fall
Where longing and surrender spar like Woman wearing years
As she sees in each petaled star the way time disappears

June sweeps through morning, noon and night as spring becomes summer
And it seems that we never quite get quite enough of her
Where she climbs trellis, fences, gates; delightful, verdant vine
Oblivious to ever-zealous appetites of Time

June slips between the sheen of green glory of woodland tress
Her laughter spills and rolls down hills in daisy-happiness
She strums the breeze with melodies we never weary of
While, for a while we all grow younger and all fall in love

June sparkles in rain-dazzled rose, and in strawberry pie
It glimmers where the cornfield grows and flows out to the sky
It dances through the garden where both plants and children thrive
And makes even the hardened grumbler glad to be alive

June is a gift-table brimming with beauty of the earth
Where we are all invited to partake of wonder’s worth
The hollyhock is cobbled with buds primed with perfect pink
Methinks June is a fountainpen suffused with flower-ink

Then let’s bury our faces in its perfect poetry
And marvel at the perfumed pages of bloom-balladry
Let’s let its lyrics tickle tips of noses, lips and chins
Before summer’s slow, subtle, certain unrav’ling begins

© Janet Martin

Friday, June 18, 2021

The World Needs Her (and You and Me)

'The world needs her', 
someone commented on Facebook beneath



Yes, the world needs her; her giving-God-the-glory 
in the gutters-of-joy testimony!
Her God-given gift of reaching into the reader's body 
and pulling, tearing, ripping at our hearts
where Self is too often enthroned. 
Yes, the world needs more of her cry of courage and worship
 in the depths of suffering. Oh yes...

The world needs her
and you and me
A love-one-another
community
for God designed
each one of us
to fulfill a 
unique purpose
and no one does
not have a place
in the masterplan
of God' s grace

The world needs her
and you and me
Shoulder-to-shoulder
family
A pray-for-
help-each-other-clan
to help us do
the best we can
for no one does 
not have a part
in the Masterplan 
of God's heart

© Janet Martin




Of Law and Love...

  
When I bought this wisteria last year the green-house owner
cautioned me I will need to be patient 
but hopefully in a few years it will cover the arbor!
This is the first year of what I hope is just the beginning of
more and more growth!
The law of nature and the love of nurturer
sometimes working together and sometimes at odds!

How fruitful/flower-full are the branches attached to the vine!


But I am aghast that I was so transfixed by the bloom-beauty...


that I missed the caterpillar-evil all around...





The law without love is a rod of merciless demand
But love is the fulfillment of Jesus’ greatest command
First God, then fellowman, on these two commandments depend
All of the law and prophets from beginning to the end

The law, without love is adherence to appearance-art
Favor based on performance with an unaffected heart
Where, only by the Spirit, after we are born again
Is the righteous requirement of the law not in vain

The law alone is powerless, redemption to achieve
Forgiveness, the first-fruit of love as we cry ‘I believe’
Where God, so rich in mercy, loved us with a perfect love
And gave his perfect Son to save us, His great love to prove

For all the blood of goats and bulls could never justify
And law alone cannot atone for sins of you and I
It judges and condemns; love offers an alternative

The law had come through Moses, grace and truth through Jesus Christ
Oh, praise the Name of He who came to set the sinner free
And accomplish the perfect law of love in you and me

Alone we can do nothing, but when rooted in the Vine
Life flows through us, love flourishes with fruit of God’s design
Where, while the law points out the flaw and exposes the sin
Only the love and grace of God transforms us from within

© Janet Martin

Gal.5:18
But if you are led by the Spirit,
you are not under the law.

Rom.6:14
For sin shall no longer be your master,
because you are not under the law,
but under grace.

For the law was given through Moses;
grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.

Romans 8:1-4
Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,
2because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life
has set you a free from the law of sin and death.
3For what the law was powerless to do because it was weakened by the flesh,
b God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh to be a sin offering.
c And so he condemned sin in the flesh,
4in order that the righteous requirement of the law
might be fully met in us, who do not live according to the flesh
but according to the Spirit.

John 13:34-35
"A new command I give you: Love one another.
As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
By this everyone will know that you are My disciples,
if you love one another.”…

What shall we say, then? Is the law sinful? Certainly not!
Read clarification here; Romans 7:7-25


Thursday, June 17, 2021

Aha, Aha, There Still Is Nothing New (Under the Sun)


Eccles.1:9
What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.


Where flowers, I think still must be the love language of God...




The wonder in the flaring of first light ere dusk enchants...



It’s nothing new, the scolding of a puppy, garden-wild...


The nurturing and shaping of the green vine of a child...




(So much to be thankful for/aka life, turned this poem into a two day 'adventure')

It’s nothing new, the scolding of a puppy, garden-wild
The nurturing and shaping of the green vine of a child
Still no amount of wishing can undo what has been done
Aha, aha, no, there is nothing new under the sun

Where faithful moms and dads are heroes seldom hailed or cheered
Where love’s lifetime commitment is oft not glory-veneered
Where patience is a virtue tested and retested, hon
Aha, aha, no there is nothing new under the sun

Deception’s fraud still masquerades as fruit to make us wise
God is not mocked; He keeps his promises, in spite of lies
We grow to be astonished at how swift time’s seasons run
Aha, aha, there is still nothing new under the sun

The words a poet snares to shape into new twists of rhyme
Are wheedled from the fathoms of a fount as old as time
As we seek to bring honour to Author of sky-sea-sod
Where flowers, I think still must be the love language of God

The noise and joys of little boys and girls chock-full of vim
Like June before the countenance of summer starts to dim
The way a day can fade before it has barely begun
Aha, aha, no, there is nothing new under the sun

The hunger in our bearing for something Time never grants
The wonder in the flaring of first light ere dusk enchants
The awe as nature's shuttle whirs and Beauty's best is spun 
Aha, aha, there is still nothing new under the sun

A time to plant, a time to reap, a time to live and die
A time to laugh, a time to weep as the Soul learns to fly
*Where time still crawls while watching clocks and waiting for someone
Aha, aha, no there is nothing new under the sun

The conclusion of life’s matter has not altered its plan
‘Fear God and keep His commandments, the whole duty of man’
For God will judge good deeds and bad of each and everyone
Aha, aha, there still is nothing new under the sun

© Janet Martin


Eccles.12:13-14
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: 
Fear God, and keep his commandments: 
for this is the whole duty of man.
 For God shall bring every work into judgment, 
with every secret thing, 
whether it be good, 
or whether it be evil.

*This poem was inspired by the second last line in the second last verse...
(don't ask me why the line landed there.
Sometimes poems have a mind of their own)

It started yesterday morning when Little Girl
who arrived at 6:15 was excited for it to be 9:45 
because she was going to swimming lessons with her cousin.
So, for the next 3.5 hrs. approximately every 5-10 minutes
she would ask 'is my best friend Ellie going to be here soon?'
So cuteπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—
(I didn't always answer)πŸ˜‚

"Is my best friend Ellie going to be here soon?"
I'm thinking Gymnastics after swimming lessons???



  

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Keeper of the Bloom


Morning ignites the deep
With fringes of sheer gold


Where, like a bud, still half-asleep...


The day starts to unfold


God’s Hand of mercy holds
Time’s invisible stem


As petal by petal unmolds
Dawn’s hidden diadem


Where, come whatever may
As buds blossom and fall


The kind Keeper of time’s bouquet
Is faithful through it all



Morning ignites the deep
With fringes of sheer gold
Where, like a bud, still half-asleep
The day starts to unfold

God’s Hand of mercy holds
Time’s invisible stem
As petal by petal unmolds
Dawn’s hidden diadem

Where, come whatever may
As buds blossom and fall
The kind Keeper of time’s bouquet
Is faithful through it all

© Janet Martin

Your faithfulness endures to all generations;
You established the earth, and it abides.
Psalm 119:90 NKJV