Friday, March 31, 2023

March Lion Adios

Jim didn't realize he provided the inspiration for the last line in today's poem
when he told me that he carried out a wee, newborn lamb 
from his truck this morning, as he unloaded sheep
 at a New Jersey meat-processing plant...

'Aw! what happens to a baby lamb in a place like that?!' I asked.
 Jim said the person he met said 'we may be a rough environment 
but we take care of these little guys. 
If we are able, we find the mother and put them in a pen
 until they are taken to a new home!'

March is no lamb today, but rather, a lion!
Let's give him a hearty slap on the rump and send him on his welcome way! 
(after a week where he seemed intent on one last hefty hurrah!)

He has switched today's tune/roar from freezing rain to snow...

The other day there was no denying it; the aftermath of a blizzardy bluster
was still very beautiful...

March Lion rakes the tress of trees. Ah, let him roar
And lunge and claw and fret the firmament that waits to pour
In warmer, gentler breeze o-er violet-dappled hills
Ah, let him rage and growl and sneeze, and waken daffodils
And chimes in lily bells, and climes, blush, gold and green
And perches/porches, where we pause a bit with picnic lunch between

…as nature’s orchestra of bird and brook and bee
And wind wafting through woodlands swathed in mint-frothed filigree
Entertains and delights, as budded bowers brim
As stark silhouettes blur as barren limbs burst into hymn
And 'earth’s fulness thereof' swells with hope’s renewed lays
Where winter is forgotten in worlds besotted with praise

Ah, let him seethe and rage and pelt the windowpane
With frozen tears; ah, let him fiercely shake his mangled mane
And thrash the air with brash retaliation, for
March Lion feels the friendly fervor of spring at his door
Where soon sidewalks will wear new mother’s pushing prams
And verdant meadow fair will host the dash and dance of lambs

© Janet Martin

The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; 
the world, and they that dwell therein.

Thursday, March 30, 2023

Of Arms and Hearts (or, They Grow So Fast)

 It feels like we just did this but we did it again...celebrate granddaughter's birthday!!

They grow so fast we sigh, as seasons fly through arms and hearts
Where none can tame the twinkle in time’s eye or change its ways
The child soon tries its wings, tugging on strings that love imparts
While teaching us to treasure the fleet measure of Todays
For time is never idle; none can tame or bridle clocks
Childhood’s tower of make-believe soon tumbled by hard knocks

They grow so fast we cry, while milestones make us laugh and weep
Robbing us of ready reply when we try to explain
Love’s gladness that runs rife with sorrow for what none can keep
Where each wee babe soon tests the play of love’s parental rein
The brief heaven of innocence soon startled by a Voice
As the gavel of consequence falls on the heels of Choice

They grow so fast we say, and pray the Lord their souls to guard
With angel armies, for this world is full of deadly snares
Where soon our arms are lowered and the garden gate unbarred
And off they go; but never out of reach of tender prayers
Or the eternal cradle-dear, that no child can outgrow
The heart that keeps them near no matter where their feet may go

© Janet Martin 

Grand-daughter's 'prince' freeing the princess...

Found the sweet poem above in this book!

Wednesday, March 29, 2023

For Athletes (in Life's Race)

Living in a culture bombarded with sensationalism and a buffet of distractions,
can subtly infiltrate our best intentions. 
On more than one occasion the small group I am part of from our local church 
ponders what living faithfully looks always ultimately comes back to,
not what we do, but Who we do what for. 
The gift of salvation is free but comes with a cost;
to be a living sacrifice!

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters,
 in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, 
holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.

But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, 
and all these things shall be added to you.

The prizes we pursue are subtly immersed
In what we think and say and do, then hence, who we seek first
For all the poise of words the voice of Choice transcends
The noise of speech, and undergirds what wordless proof defends

To keep perspective true and not fooled by fine lies
Begins with the important Who we put first in our lives
We need no script, well-versed, no proficient prowess
To humbly seek God’s kingdom first; to seek His righteousness

What better way to start the Unknown of Today
Than, with a yielded seeker’s heart, come what-so-ever-may
Then, as we strive toward tomorrow, pray we find
A dearer drive to love the Lord with heart, soul, strength and mind

We, athletes in life's race, are not judged for our speed
We trip and fall and all need God's patient grace to proceed  
But step by step, faith smiles where once more, morning dawns
For, step-by-step turns into miles, and miles to marathons

Until the finish line is crossed; the race complete
(to win this race at all cost is each life's most solemn fete)
To be faithful and true, with every gifted breath
To Jesus who loved/loves me and you, obedient to death 

God, rich in mercy grants redemption for our sins
And with each morning a fresh chance to run as one who wins
Greater is He in us, than all the world times ten
Then pray that we, through Jesus, shine as lights for Him. Amen.

© Janet Martin

1 Cor.9:24-27
Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize? 
Run in such a way that you may [i]obtain it. 
25And everyone who competes for the prize [j]is temperate in all things. 
Now they do it to obtain a perishable crown, but we for an imperishable crown. 
26Therefore I run thus: not with uncertainty. 
Thus I fight: not as one who beats the air.
 27But I discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest, 
when I have preached to others, 
I myself should become disqualified.

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Rad Glory

I began this poem at sunrise...
then the day took over...
Off to a local meat shop first thing,
to take advantage of their annual sausage sale...
stopping for a few photos along the way...

...then grandchildren came for a while to entertain gramma😂💖

What is it about a gate/fence/barrier that instantly draws curiosity
of all ages, even babies?!!

Grand daughter borrows gramma's sunglasses for a better look at the clouds...

It all started when she spotted the one on the first photo,
 a billowy, pillow-y one and wished she could jump in it

Now, after the last round of sausage is on to steam,
(Yes! I water-bath-can sausage!)
back to what began almost today-ago 😅

Where the heavens are flung
With profound clarity
A Voice of universal tongue

His awesome evidence
(That only fools deny)
Thunders with untold testaments
From earth and sea and sky

…to confound creature boast
To humble human hearts
As wonder wows Want’s uttermost
With what God’s hand imparts

Hark! Ere the dark of night
Dissolves, the morning rings
With feathered, unfettered delight
From choristers with wings

Both mighty and minute
Astonish and enthrall
Until only fools dare dispute
The One who authored all

Creation stuns the eye
And kindles joyful due
To join the throngs of earth and sky
With songs of worship too

Buds, primed with petaled proof
Pulse with glorious laud
While sorry fool still holds aloof
The rad glory of God

© Janet Martin

 (Using the word 'rad' today, in its most sacred sense!)


Psalm 14:1
The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” 
They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; 
there is no one who does good.

Monday, March 27, 2023


Yesterday's sunrise

So often so little distance seems to lie between dawn and dusk, doesn't it?!!

Yesterday's sunset

Days seem to fly by! 
So does life!!
Just a blip between the dawn of birth and the dusk of death!
(two visitations this week for friend's parents were a vivid reminder!!)
...and not one of us can see how near that Dusk is!
It can fall in the twinkle of an eye to young or old alike!
Thus, often much of life's focus seems to be 
on making every effort to 'Make (fond) Memories'
which really are precious! picking pussy willows 😊

Canning sausage

Spending time with (aging) more precious-than-ever parents...

Because there are 10 children in our family, for mom and dad's Christmas gift
this year, each child is given a month to extra-bless them
 (not counting December (Christmas) and September 
when we hope to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary all together)
March was our month. 
On Saturday we took them to my brother-in-law's sugar bush
 to watch modern-day maple-syrup making...

...and then we dropped by my mother-in-law's house where my sister-in-law served us supper;
 the best bean soup I ever tasted served with Vidalia onions, 
summer-sausage, fresh bread and cheese! A five-star meal!!)

...but, as dear as these memories are there is something
far more sacred in life to make, than memories...
We are called to 'make every effort' for something far more lasting!

2 Pet.1:3-10
His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life 
through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. 
4Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, 
so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, 
having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.

5For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness
and to goodness, knowledge; 6and to knowledge, self-control; 
and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; 
7and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love.
  8For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure,
 they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive
 in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
  9But whoever does not have them is nearsighted and blind, 
forgetting that they have been cleansed from their past sins.
10Therefore, my brothers and sisters
 a make every effort to confirm your calling and election.
 For if you do these things, you will never stumble,
  11and you will receive a rich welcome 
into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

In light of this, Awareness beckons us behold today with 
more thankful, thoughtful, sacred soul-searching!

Behold the berth/birth where God’s grace is extended
Where Life runs rife with holy beck and call
Daylight dissolves heaven’s star-studded blanket
From mercy’s fount hope-forged stepping-stones fall
From He whose love cannot be comprehended
Today is bestowed by God, to one and all

Though want and woe’s what and wherefore may vary
Though no two roads of life are quite the same
No matter what composes cares we carry
Rest and redemption are found in One Name
For the deathless soul, none can burn or bury
Jesus, the Way, Truth and Life all may claim

Today is a common-ground charge, all must weather
Like a barge drawn over sky, sea and sod
Where soon the Harbour at Twilight will tether
Some to the slumber that morning will prod
Some through a gate that parts, light as feather
Over that last lowered gangway to God

Who can afford to be calloused and careless
When no one knows where time’s curtain will close
Pity the passenger, faithless and prayerless
Unready for what Last Breath will expose
Come, bid Today reawakens awareness
To behold berths/birth where God’s grace overflows

© Janet Martin

So off we go on a new Today!
How many remain,
 only the Giver knows!

Saturday, March 25, 2023

Divine Intervention

The Creator of all we marvel at is our Divine Intervener/Interceder! Hallelujah!

And bind my mind and spirit in chains where doubt and fear rue
And leave me floundering in bogs of misery, guilt-wrought
But for the lifeline of God’s promises, faithful and true (Heb.10:23)

To whisper to the storm-tossed bark, ‘Fear not, for it is I’ (John 6:20,Matt.14:27)

His plan for man’s salvation, (Matt.1:21) for repentance (Mark 1:15) and rebirth  (John3:3)

His prophecy, to conquer death and hell; His victory
Has overthrown the grave because He braved His Father’s will (Luke 22:42)

His all-sufficient grace (2Cor.12:9) to help us to trust and obey (Prov.3:5-6)
His Mighty Hand pierced through with nails; by His wounds we are healed  (Isa.53:5)

Thursday, March 23, 2023

When Earth Starts Dancing With First Fragrances of Spring...


This poem began the other day as I, like 'last year's pup' also sought the southside deck...

...delighting in first sightings of robins, and song-sparrow warbles and killdeer cries

Sometimes when earth starts dancing with first fragrances of spring
When robin song romances winter’s wearied weathering
It rouses frames filled with fond scenes of days, long left behind
With ways that will not change in spite of change’s ceaseless grind

It brings to mind pictures of school girls, hopscotch, skipping ropes
Of farmers whistling, with fresh bounce in steps of buoyed hopes
Of mothers cooking suppers for fresh-air keened appetites
Of pussy-willow ‘kittens’ and brook-song’s restored delights

Of puddles where paper boats sail, where little children ‘fish’
Of pebble-pennies lobbed, kerplunk, laden with Dreamer’s wish
And the wild rush of freedom as temperatures start to soar
And coats are tossed and cheeks are flushed with sun-kisses once more

Of last year's pup sprawled on south-facing deck for mid-day snooze
Of fantasies of feet freed from time-thieving socks and shoes 
Of picnic-baskets trundled to a perfect place to sit
On blankets spread a world away, as far as rules permit 

Of blue, blue rafters crowning girths, heady with birth, bud-rife
Of laughter, rising, falling on the carousel of life
Of scents, woodsy and pungent, kindling an impatient urge
For violet and forget-me-not and dandelion splurge

Or, countryside at sunset, swaddled in gold-embossed scrims 
Where silky dust-scarves waft from furrows stoked with planting hymns
Or the certain return of frantic, plaintive killdeer's cry 
Or whack! as baseball bats find sweet spots and outfielders fly  

Or muddy boots, where pastures were not wander-ready yet
Or bucket-garnished maple-trees snaring sap-pirouette
Or new-found loot, like sparkly stones, or shells where oceans roar
Or pop bottles to cash in for treats from the corner store

...and willow-wand's first feathered fronds before its sighing sheen
And prickly perches on creeks banks before stiff thatch turns green
Where ragged cattail-paupers wait for warmer streams to wade
But cheered by the shrill ripple of spring-peeper serenade 

I’m glad, when earth starts dancing with first fragrances of spring
I realize for all the changes life is bound to bring
The keepsakes that I treasure no modern progress can claim
Because children and nature are still very much the same

© Janet Martin

(a few tidbits from last year...because we're not quite there yet)