Saturday, September 24, 2022

With Joy Still Intact

Singing the praises of September-Fall's Glory this morning!
Happy First Autumn Saturday of 2022!

Psalm 24:1
The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; 
the world, and they that dwell therein.

From molds of bronze and blue and gold September’s daybreak spills
An aura from Another World steeps treetops, fields and hills
In deep green woodland diadems, stained-glass-like fragments gleam
In ditches scarlet hawkweed gems and purple aster stream 

From welkin wellsprings, wonder, like a drum roll, stirs the heart
As earth and heavens thunder with first autumn’s works of art
Delight dines on Sublime Arrangements, Beauty’s buffet stacked
In spite of summertime’s estrangements, with joy still intact

The sun is like a trumpet heralding Mercy’s embrace
The world wrapped in a blanket unfurled from the throne of grace
Where, no matter the season, we are part and parcel of
The very humbling reason of God’s everlasting love

How tender is the awe of mourning/morning where Past’s ashes strew
While splendor never stops adorning earth with Heaven’s woo
September’s paint brush hovers while fall’s thrilling Prelude plays
Where joy never recovers from Creation’s constant praise

© Janet Martin

Friday, September 23, 2022

Hymn of Today

How oft it seems my heart is torn
Twixt want and wonder's 'How?'
While from wellsprings of morn to morn
Mercy renews Love's Vow

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; 
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.

Yet I call this to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
22Because of the loving devotionb of the LORD 
we are not consumed,
for His mercies never fail.
23They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness!
24“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”

It was one of those mornings where the knowledge of Hope
grappled with the Anchor; where the heart's cables groaned 
beneath the ache and weight of creature-care,
where there was but one thing remaining; prayer
as Mercy Renewed broke through the darkness!

The sunrise like a mighty metaphor...

On shores of hurt and hunger yon doors of daybreak part
Where wars of want and wonder vex body, mind and heart
Where anguish and elation in constant conflict vie
A vexing combination of intent and reply

Before soon slips to After; twixt What Was and Will Be
Time’s roar of tears and laughter pours through humanity
In stunning revelation; nobody left intact
Where no imagination can void matters of fact

Faith and fear, hope and heartache, desire and despair
A smorgasbords of choices, we partake of its fare
Where today hinged to morrow, is like life’s quintessence
Of love’s joy hinged to sorrow, of choice to consequence

Where whatever we weather, more weather waits to be
Where we are altogether bound for more than we see
Where the glory of living is not in what we get
But in the sacred giving earnest heed to The Yet

Of what is sure and certain, still waiting in the wake
Until death’s lowered curtain unveils what is at stake
Until the holy thunder of Last Breath sails the sea
Twixt Shores of Want and Wonder and Vast Eternity

Through doors of Divine Mercy, to shores of you and me
New morning shines with berths of fresh opportunity
Where the grace of the Giver holds Judgment’s bar at bay
He strums the strings that quiver with hope’s/love's hymn of Today

© Janet Martin

For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
15 Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named,
16 That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, 
to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;
17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; 
that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,
18 May be able to comprehend with all saints 
what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;
19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge,
 that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly
 above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,
21 Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus 
throughout all ages, world without end.

This song premiered on YouTube half an hour ago!
How unbelievably fitting!! 
I weep and leap for joy!
Oh God, I praise you again!

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Of Spent Summer or Of Summer Spent

 Happy First Day of Fall 

The hour is upon us
Where bower, fen and dell
Are laden with the onus
Of flowering farewell

The season of Spent Summer
Like an ocean of stars
Hangs soft upon the tremor
Of autumn’s kindled bars

In thrum of shadow-dapples
In rum-colored remains
In sums of plums and apples
And wild aster-fringed lanes

In diamond studded fretwork
Of gossamer design
Where spider’s artful network
Dazzles shrubs, gates and vines

In countless ways and wonders
Of teeming crook and crease
Earth’s quiet canvas thunders
With many a masterpiece

In Cana lily taper
Brandishing scarlet flares
In leaves, like gilt-edged paper
A Fine Author prepares

In 'toxicating scents of
Ginger, cinnamon, cloves
In foraged storage boxes
For sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves

In zinnia pomp and splendor
In bossy blue jay shriek
In contemplative candor
Of truths time cannot tweak

In hunts for garden treasure
Of Yukon gold and such
In savoring the measure
Of moments meeting/meting touch

In revamped whims and wishes
In sun-glossed tassels tossed
With Jack Frost's first soft kisses
And roses summer lost

The hour is upon us
Where the gleam in Time’s gaze
Stokes a sacred awareness
Of man’s flower-like days

© Janet Martin

...and what a stunning debut to the first day of fall!

Wednesday, September 21, 2022

The Way a Summer Disappears


Happy (Sad) Last Day of Summer
 (Insert brave smile😢)

(Ignore date on cover of slideshow of a very
lovely last day of summer!))

It is as old as smiles and tears
The way a summer disappears
The way a bud unfolds bloom-art
The way a baby steals a heart
The way the voyage of the sun
Knows when another day is done
The way dust settles and crowds fade
After the last inning is played
A flit of yellow butterfly
A bitty bee buzz-buzzing by
A silver diamond-sparkle splash
A bright pink popsicle mustache 
A wave washing the sandy beach
Corn on the cob, a dripping peach
A whisper of leaf-lullaby
A spark that spirals to the sky
A ripple on a turquoise lake
A candle on a birthday cake
A brown-eyed Susan fringed footpath
A grand illusion aftermath
A picnic lunch, a cup of tea
A swing ride high as high can be
A puddle spangled with raindrops
A muddle of mothers and tots
A meadow('s) lark, a cricket's trill
A golf ball rolling down the hill
A shadow-stippled, stubbled slope
A tug-of-war twixt hurt and hope
(And always, always, autumn wins)
Wheelbarrow heaped with squeals and grins
A dance in crocs, flipflops, bare feet
An echo-Rembrandt, bittersweet 
A task-drill run rife with Reward
A basket filled with 'thank-you Lord'
A canning pot, a kitchen, hot
Garden-fare rush, ready or not
A mellowing of green and gold
Of aches and pangs of growing old
As loss and love and longing brim
A dahlia-hallelujah hymn
A happiness that overflows
Like petals from a withered rose 
A boo-boo, blisters, band-aids, bugs
A hello kiss and goodbye hugs
A hard day’s work, a holiday
Is how a summer slips away

© Janet Martin

Established Evidence


And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, 
and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, 
whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.

12 And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, 
and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: 
and God saw that it was good.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
8 For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; 
but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.
9 And let us not be weary in well doing: 
for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

A grower's chief delight is the fruit and bloom laden plant!
At harvest, as the fruition of labor fills orchards,
gardens, vineyards and fields with yield,
it stirs humble, holy awareness, once again
to the sacredness of planting season!

I am so happy the farmer next door planted soybeans in the field beside our property.
For years this field was a grazing pasture for cattle,
but the new owner keeps his herds inside and so for the first time
since we live here (33years) I have enjoyed the evolving beauty of soybeans close-up!

...and last but not least, Today!

We will reap what we sow
The tree, known by its fruit
Choice-seeds that fall do not stay small
But soon take sacred root

Oh God, you are not mocked
Stir in our hands and hearts
The imminence of recompense
That harvest time imparts

Where the spirit and flesh
At constant odds, contend
With what we sow, for it will grow
Tis futile to pretend

Because the seed reveals
The essence of its kind
Thus, what we plant is what will grant
The harvest that we bind

Ah, even as we reap
Seeds fall; God, help us see
With reverence the evidence
Of fruit upon the tree

© Janet Martin

p.s. a reader just mentioned hopefully I will get a picture of the harvest to complete the circle! 
I sure hope so!

Luke 6:44
For every tree is known by its own fruit.
For men do not gather figs from thorns,
nor do they gather grapes from a bramble bush.

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Common Wealth

Through the majestic arches of Westminster Abbey
rang words of everlasting truth and hope, not just for those attending Her Majesty,
the late Queen Elizabeth II's funeral but for everyone in all walks of life

A few powerful pointers and reminders to take with us!
"The pattern for many leaders is to be exalted in life and forgotten after death.
The pattern for all who serve God, famous or obscure, respected or ignored,
Is that death is the door to glory…

…People of loving service are rare in any walk of life.
Leaders of loving service are still rarer.
But in all cases, those who serve will be loved and remembered while those who cling
To power and privileges are long forgotten.

Her late Majesty’s broadcast during covid lockdown ended with ‘we will meet again’!
Christian hope means certain expectation of something not yet seen.
Christ rose from the dead and offers life to all. Abundant life now and life with God in eternity....

...As the Christmas carol says, ‘where meek souls will receive Him still the dear Christ enters in.
We will all face the merciful judgement of God. 
We can all share the Queen’s hope which in life and death 
inspired her servant leadership. Service in life. Hope in death. 
All who follow the Queen’s example and inspiration of trust and faith in God
 can with her say, ‘we will meet again’."

Archbishop of Canterbury-The Most Reverend Justin Welby

His Closing Prayers
Heavenly father, kings of kings, Lord and Giver of life,
who, of Thy grace in creation didst form mankind in thine own image, 
and in Thy great love offerest us life eternal in Christ Jesus.
Claiming the promises of Thy most blessed Son,
we entrust the soul of our sister Elizabeth, here departed, to Thy merciful keeping
In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life
when Christ shall be all in all, who died and rose again to save us,
and now liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit in glory forever.

Go forth oh Christian soul in this world.
 In the name of God, the Father Almighty who created Thee.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Son of the living God who suffered for thee, 
In the name of the Holy Spirit who was poured out upon thee 
and anointed thee in communion with all the blessed saints 
and aided by the angels and archangels and all the armies of the heavenly hosts.,
May thy portion this day be in peace 
and thy dwelling in the heavenly Jerusalem.


Life's charge of duty and demand
Bestows a grand decree
The onus of time's sifted sand

The common wealth of shoes to fill
Anoints the common blessed
As we march to Dues beat and drill
Until eternal rest

We, subjects of the King of kings
Each have a sacred role
Until death's doleful belfry rings
With summons of the soul

Each morn time's runway is unfurled
A hallowed thing to see
Poured through the fanfare of this world
Into eternity

How solemn is the chartered span
Of moments in the sun
Where soon the numbered days of man
Are snuffed like stars at dawn

How holy is the beckoning
Until God's final call
How surely is the reckoning
That waits for one and all

How worth this while, the hurt and hope
Of serving faithfully
Because, beyond earth's grave-strewn slope
How sweet Heaven will be
© Janet Martin

The precious portion of Scripture below was also read...

For this corruptible must put on incorruption, 
and this mortal must put on immortality.
54 So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, 
and this mortal shall have put on immortality, 
then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, 
Death is swallowed up in victory.
55 O death, where is thy sting? 
O grave, where is thy victory?
56 The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable, 
always abounding in the work of the Lord, 
forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.

'Life goes on' I said to my sister yesterday
as we texted while watching the funeral
midst many interruptions...
for me-

harvesting tomatoes

emptying mousetraps-ugh!!

...and all ultimately for the Lord!

Monday, September 19, 2022

The Lily Blooms Again


Inspired by the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II

A few precious passages, familiar to believers
warmed, comforted and exhorted we who remain...

Psalm 103:13-18
As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
15 The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s children—
18 with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.

Rev. 21:1-4
Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,”[a
for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away,
 and there was no longer any sea. 
2 I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, 
prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.
 3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,
 “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. 
They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 
4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. 
There will be no more death’[b
or mourning or crying or pain, 
for the old order of things has passed away.”

So many moving images...

The Lily’s bloom is shed
Her crown of glory spent
The scepter falls, as silver thread
Of mortal breath is rent

The Lily’s splendor lies
In funereal repose
Her final flight escapes the eyes
Fixed on life’s curtain-close

The Lily’s beauty bows
Beneath the Hand of He
Whose law is love, whose kingdom flows
Throughout eternity

The Lily’s stem is shorn
Though petals deck the sod
Her darling, deathless Bud is borne
Back to the arms of God

So, though we mourn the loss
Of touch, of sight and sound
The Lily sheds the albatross
Of glory, sorrow-crowned

Where tears will never fall
Where flowers never fade
No roses strewn in farewell’s thrall
As dust to dust is laid

The Lily is not dead
But fairer now than then
In the presence of God instead
The Lily blooms again

© Janet Martin

In memory of Queen Elizabeth II, with love