Showing posts with label God's Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God's Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, March 8, 2024

The Best That Boast Can Laud (begins and ends with God)

Happy...Friday?!! Already๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’—

So many sweet photo-op skies this week...
Below, just a few!









Col.1:15-17
The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.
  16For in Him all things were created, things in heaven and on earth,
visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities.
 All things were created through Him and for Him.
17He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.

All beauty we behold is divinely founded!
without God's mercy and might to hold it in place
it would all fall!

Artists, since the beginning mimic His creation,
all inspiration of God-breathed origin!

My poetic endeavors have been challenged this week
it seems. It flew by in a blink of blessing!

Mon.-Food safety and management course, 

Tues.-grand-sonny visit, appointment, small group gettogether,

Wed. finishing food prep and delivery for event mentioned here 
Thursday-Help my mom with spring-cleaning (forgot camera!!)๐Ÿ˜ญ
...and just like that!!! It's Friday!

Today I am prepping food and house 
for our youngest daughter's birthday celebration
on the weekend!
A whole bunch of friends staying over while 
Jim and I stay out๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ’

I began this poem yesterday morning!
The first line fell from Heaven as I stood admiring the sky
while rubbing sleep from my eyes...


Time’s fountain brims with life; it peals from belfries gold and gray
Its showstoppers run rife; God never takes a holiday
The Hand that tunes the tide that ebbs and flows with season-sweeps
Regales the countryside with color, crowned with boundless deeps
The best that boast can laud as brush and pen rush awe’s grandstands
Begins and ends with God; each work of art drawn from His hands

He grants the breathless dance of worship’s unrehearsed requiem
And cheers hope’s countenance with refreshment where mercies stream
In wonders of creation, from the wellspring of his Word
Reasons for celebration overflow and undergird
To kindle exaltation that is incomparable
Salvation’s invitation still extends to one and all

God’s goodness never ceases to thrill the soul that believes
Unrivaled masterpieces humble all mankind achieves
Thus, the best boast can muster as we meditate on This
Are endeavors to trust Him more because of Who He IS
His faultless Influence imparts the best that boast can laud
All art we woo from hands and hearts begins and ends with God

© Janet Martin

Every artist who ever has dipped pen or brush
 into inkwells and paint palettes
draws from scenes cupped and cradled in God's Hands!
Thus every work of art ought to be signed-
By His grace
For His glory!










Saturday, December 9, 2023

Sweet Saturday-morning Skirmish (between Poet and Prudence)



This daily/weekly Saturday morning tango is blissfully
unfamiliar to some, yet, I wouldn't trade it for a world of shiny
'ballroom' floors, as much as I dearly admire and strive to acquire
  brief glossy-floor bliss once in a while!
I try to balance ballads, oops I mean battles
with a bit of both poem and prudence. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ’–

This beautiful battleground is composed of longing to linger on pages 
of past poets/artists



or tackling present responsibilities like prepping for Christmas!
Today's task; homemade chocolate bars



In the above recipe to clarify amounts;
 approx. 8-9 cups rice krispies, 2 cups peanuts and 11/2 cups coconut.)

Sometimes the battle is a toss-up between
pausing without pressure to percolate in the pure pleasure
of God's poetry in every season...

Whether gray...


...or gold!



...or vacuuming and fussing over delightful details
because Victoria is having friends 
over for a Christmas party this weekend!


Sweet Saturday Skirmish๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“

Coffee pot beams with Columbian brew; ready/drained with of extra refills



Coffee pot beams with Columbian brew; ready with extra refills
Duty and Dream dance, a skippety-do; Poet and Prudence clash wills
Wonder is waiting with gifts still unfurled, often where we least suppose
Dawn is deflating night’s slumbering world with a sky full of hellos

Tuning spent ages with notes rearranged in compositions brand new
Learning’s lent pages divinely exchanged by He who loves me and you
Fueling reason with thankful reply for mercy’s replenished fount
Every season chock-full of surprises, too prolific to count

…thus, in the matter of work-to-do lists versus perhaps-poetry
Always a Saturday morning untwists two worlds that cannot agree
One (but a guess) a shining specimen of domestic excellence
One, happiness, pressed like wine from a pen never drained of Imminence

….coffee-pot beams with Columbian prose; ready with refills galore
Poet and Prudence tango, nose to nose ‘cross Saturday’s ballroom-floor
Weathering whispers that spar between ink and plain practicality
Untethering silver rivers that wink into….oh, which will it be

© Janet Martin


And hopefully this is my/our daily prayer;
'So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do,
do it all for the glory of God.
1 Cor.10;31

Saturday, November 5, 2022

Poetic Fulfillment

 Rom.1:20

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—
his eternal power and divine nature—
have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, 
so that people are without excuse.









We shall not want for wonder where the font of nature spills
In fine four-season splendor, to woodlands and fields and hills
The Author of the poetry from which earth’s poets drink
Transcends human periphery confined to page and ink
Without a word He quiets us, without a word He pens
The poetry that silences pride’s pompous clucking hens

We shall not want for wisdom in the prose of Deity
The birds are fed, the lily clothes the field in royalty
The penmanship of earth and sky births reverence unflawed
By mortal boast; our worth the offspring of love’s breath of God
While we dip quills into a wellspring rife with the design
Of branches learning how to cling to the Life-giving Vine

We shall not want for worship while we read the works of He
Who is faithful and perfect though often reviled by we
Who ought to bow the knee and confess with ardent acclaim
The Saviour of Humanity who knows us all by name
He is loving and good, a world of wordless poems spells
His nature clearly understood by what creation tells

© Janet Martin





Saturday, May 7, 2022

The Things That Don't Change...(never lose their wonder)


Thank God for joy's wonder in life's changeless things
like laughter and love as a child's childhood wings...

๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

Last night I dashed to a nearby farmer's field to
revel in the wonderful joy
of the heaven's declaring the glory of God!



While I ogled and ah-h-ed, the farmer who owns the field happened by with his tractor.
He hopped out to admire the view too.
Who knew that this burly, dirt-covered busy man and I shared in common
a sheer delight over nature's wonders...
that he too takes pictures every year of buds unfolding and barn swallows nesting etc.
that he thrills to the pink flood of daybreak as it rushes through his milking parlour.
We celebrated the fact that for all life's change and trouble
the things that never change, never lose their wonder๐Ÿ’–


The things that don’t change never lose their wonder
The Hand that wrings Spring’s shower-bowers brings
Beauty to feed the soul’s ravenous hunger
A world unfurled with green and petaled things
Where the swallow swoops and the woodland rings

Heavens on fire with dawn and dusk glory
Tugging our gaze from earth’s cares for a bit
As if Someone bigger is writing love’s story
Where we are honored to be part of it
In spite of tests to Quest’s valor and grit

Wonder is the gem in life’s crown of troubles
Thrill of the hill decked with daffodil-frills
Joy of a child chasing rainbow-gilt bubbles
Wealth of the bud as its treasure-trove spills
Over the edges of hedges and rills

Brook-laughter luring bare feet to its shimmer
Green is the valley and blue is the sky
Spread like a banquet-blanket heaped with dinner
Food for the spirit and feast for the eye
Tugging at tethers hinged to hearts, oh my

Mint tints in treetops long stripped of leaf-luster
First maple-plume is a daisy bouquet
Lark singing with all the might it can muster
While the dark arc of night turns to today
Stars fall, violet-strewn like noon’s Milky Way

Seeds fuel furrows, faith-jewels soft falling
Where sallow fallow will soon brim with hymns
Where Nature is like a kind mother calling
Where blithe breeze somersaults, where cobalt whims
Hum and strum yellow willow-cello limbs

The things that don’t change never lose their wonder
The Hand that authors them will never fail
To birth the beauty that feeds the soul’s hunger
Heaven and earth like a glorious grail
Tipped to wow us with creation’s regale

© Janet Martin

Wonder is the gem in life’s crown of troubles
Thrill of the hill decked with daffodil-frills

Joy of a child chasing rainbow-gilt bubbles...






Wealth of the bud as its treasure-trove spills
Over the edges of hedges and rills...



Psalm 136:1-9
Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!
For His mercy endures forever.
2Oh, give thanks to the God of gods!
For His mercy endures forever.
3Oh, give thanks to the Lord of lords!
For His mercy endures forever:
4To Him who alone does great wonders,
For His mercy endures forever;
5To Him who by wisdom made the heavens,
For His mercy endures forever;
6To Him who laid out the earth above the waters,
For His mercy endures forever;
7To Him who made great lights,
For His mercy endures forever—
8The sun to rule by day,
For His mercy endures forever;
9The moon and stars to rule by night,
For His mercy endures forever...

click here to read the whole glorious chapter!

Exodus 15:11
Who among the gods is like You, O LORD? 
Who is like You--majestic in holiness, 
revered with praises, 
performing wonders?


Psalm 40:5
Many, O LORD my God,
 are the wonders You have done,
 and the plans You have for us--
none can compare to You--
if I proclaim and declare them, 
they are more than I can count.