Of Endless Letting Go

But then it drifts away

Like ducks, past outstretched piers

A flicker ‘mongst the reeds or waves

Before it disappears

A mourning-tempo bends

The reaches of her soul

She cannot clasp what living lends

And time cannot console

The hour breaks in two

Morning slips into noon

Mist-mantled seas don eyes of blue

Ere evening comes too soon

Still, she craves to endure

This aching ebb and flow

Where life unfolds the sweet allure

Of endless letting go

© Janet Martin

...back home and going through the usual withdrawal symptoms;)

The tenure of this song sort of speaks my mindset right now...coming home to acquaint ourselves with the latest horror-headlines; no one can hide away on an island, completely unscathed and unaccountable, yet the sweetness of those 'get-away' echoes spurs us on.

Oh, Isn't It Amazing?

 ...For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace. John I:16

Oh, isn’t it amazing as we stand where morning’s door

Swings softly outward beckoning where none have gone before

And gold melts into puddles where the gray of yesterday

Is gone and done, and God alone rolls out Time’s untried way

Oh, isn’t it amazing how with shadow, there is light

How God, in loving tenderness slips new day over night

And then in eager fullness He, in spite of our mistakes

Spills mercy into morning pouring more grace upon grace

Oh, isn’t it amazing, how where apprehensions groan

God begs us to go boldly into this day’s new Unknown

For He will never leave us or forget this troubled place

But with His fullness satisfies Want, with grace upon grace

Oh, isn’t it amazing, though our track-record is grim

Still love implores with open doors and glimpses rich with Him

For God, so rich in mercy from a high and holy place

Pours into us His fullest blessing of grace upon grace

© Janet Martin

...and it seems fitting to post this favorite hymn by a favorite band (we miss you, George)

Ah, Great Lonesome...

 I know I posted this song not so long ago here but listening to this tune evokes a Great Lonesome until...

Ah, Great Lonesome, you would kill me

Spread like cancer through my soul

Not for lack of smiles and kisses

But for That which makes me Whole

Tell me, cold and nameless Hunger

What is it you covet so?

Tormenting both old and younger

With a hollow, weeping throe

Ah, Great Lonesome, fearless hunter

Stalking wonder for its prize

Taking prisoners without pity

Lodging in Want’s thankless sighs

Tell me, sad and silent stranger

What is it you strive to seek?

Without pardon or permission

You trace teardrops on my cheek

Ah Great Lonesome, haunting fetter

But for tender triumph where

I can flee; a pining beggar

At the mercy of a prayer

Here, upon Love’s lavish promise

Though you taunt and weep and wail

I am safe within the comfort

Of One Love that cannot fail

© Janet Martin

This Aching, Breaking Tide

Listening to Celtic Thunder spawns sudden, unexpected poetry...the beginning of this song sparked a sense akin to a tidal wave...

This aching, breaking tide

Dashes against a wall

Of morning-noon-and-night

Heart-wrenching madrigal

Silk silver on a street

Beneath our feet that dance

This aching, breaking tidal-wave

Perplexes thought’s romance

For kisses soon grow cold

And arms can never hold

The surge of moments passing through

Time’s glass of gray and gold

‘Aha, aha’, we say

And clench a foolish fist

This aching, breaking tidal-wave

Dissolves in vapor mist

The night is seldom heard

And where the morning stirred

We dash headlong into its waters

Of hope undeterred

Ere noon soon poises on

Earth’s morning-night divide

Before its little lilt will join

Time’s aching, breaking tide

The sound of silence roars

And pours through bolted doors

While we are busy making plans

And filling hands with chores

A pocket full of dreams

Drains into morn-noon-night

We stuff our cheeks with drops gleaned from

Its aching, breaking tide

© Janet Martin

March Farewell Song

 Those birds are robins! That can only mean one thing:) 

The homage of the robin stirs nuances where our lips

Pressed long against the song of frozen-field apocalypse

Arabesque alms of wonderful are wafting on bronze breeze

Inspiring the dormant limb with subtle melodies

The welcome mat for old man winter has been snatched away

And no one smiles to see his sense of humor spill its fray

Yet, he is not deterred but grins to watch his legions seethe

We try to play along; our smiles are more like baring teeth

The fellowship of fireside and hearth is bittersweet

We crave a stroll where waves cajole and chortle at our feet

For we are hungry eyes of winter-weary infantry

This madrigal of March good-byes ignites utopian glee

Farewell, ye brutes that battle with the maidens of the south

Farewell, ye gales of gall; of rebels reveling, uncouth

Welcome, ye jaunty jongleurs and ye blue-eyed balladeers

Your poetry of greenery will dry these icy tears

The intermingled echoing of spring and summer cast

Have garnered Time’s perfection in the idyll of the past

Ah March, you tease and test and vex with smile and scowl and sigh

Come, we will show you to the door; ah, cheerio, good-bye

© Janet Martin

This song makes me feel like spring...

  

(who is gonna fill George's shoes???;(

For a Singer Gone Too Soon

George Donaldson, we will miss you. Our thoughts and prayers are with your family, band and loved ones!

…and we can’t help but cry in mourning

As we listen to you now

Realizing you were taken

In the middle of The Show

Gone too soon from this world's bowers

Hearts held by your music break

But the One who holds life’s hours

He does not make one mistake

You have heard That Higher Calling

From a place beyond the skies

Love is never ready, darling

For the bond that Death unties

Though you leave us music’s token

While you sing a grander tune

Here our hearts are sad and broken

For a Singer gone too soon

© Janet Martin

Loved and missed by many! Hugs, tears and prayers(())