After A Few More Lifetimes

After a few more life-times

Perhaps then I will succeed

At turning all the pages of

Each book I want to read

After a few more life-times

The stack beside by bed

On end-tables and in my mind

Will be tagged, 'books I’ve read'

After a few more lifetimes

Maybe then I’ll beg and plead

That after living for so long

I’ve nothing left to read

But, after a few more lifetimes

I will see I read in vain

Because then I will want for time

To read favorites again

© Janet Martin

For those of us who love to read and write  the word 'bored' is not part of our vocabulary!

For Lucy...L.M.Montgomery, because as long as there are Annes and Emilys we will never grow fully old;-)

 o-o-o-o-o! I wonder what this google-doodle is for, I said to Victoria when I turned on the computer this morning. Victoria laughed at my squeal of delight:)

  

 

In spite of, or because of much hardship in Lucy Maud Montgomery's personal life she left behind much joy for generations to come,

 to dream and delight in.

Thank-you, Lucy

For winsome worlds you let to page

Of girls, for girls, from age to age

To shed a little tear, to laugh

As we traverse a paragraph

Becoming Anne, Pat, Emily

We walk a world of poetry

Where once upon a time you took

A dream and made a storybook

To read on summer-winter’s eve

To revel in the make-believe

Of words woven into the art

Of being ever young at heart

…and mothers become girls a while

Or Marilla, touched by a child

-ish vision of faith undeterred

Then captured by the will of word

To be a happy hand-me-down

For girls never quite fully-grown

© Janet Martin 

Here are some of the books I own, written by her...

It's true, what C.S. Lewis said,

“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally (and often far more) worth reading at the age of fifty.”

— C.S. Lewis

so, 

have you read any of her books lately?

Unrestrained Worship

Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD.
 Ps. 150:6

 

Nature, bereft of pride’s restraint

Swells with the glory of the Lord

It does not offer up complaint

No argument does it afford

Mankind, weighted with Worries Ways

Forgets the God that ageless reigns

'Lift up, lift up thy downcast gaze
And drink from founts that naught restrains'

Holy, holy, creation cries

And splays its prize for all to see

God-breathed glimpses of paradise

Kiss cataracts of misery

The beauty of love’s billion blooms

Is free to all with hearts to see

Where witness to God’s touch exhumes

Confidence in His Majesty

Come, let our lives without restraint

Swell with hope’s humble gratitude

Come, join the song of nature’s saint

'Oh, praise the Lord, for He is good’

© Janet Martin

This book, mentioned here,  

...first stole my heart when I opened the cover to, By Way of Introduction.

It has since stolen my breath, page after turning of page. (you really cannot judge a book by its cover;-))

 (click on image then right click to 'view image' for larger print)

 

Saturday Afternoon

It smiles and beams like a grand prize waiting to be taken

Today the foothills of its skies with pewter rains are shaken

But still, its tea and cookies and a sun that will shine soon  

For nothing dampens spirits on a Saturday afternoon

Somehow its isle seems kinder and its troubles light of heart

And we are drawn toward each other instead of apart

The bond of duty eases and we sing a little tune

Where simple beauty pleases us on Saturday afternoon

Old books are new in younger hands that hunger for lost charm

The taste of words turned slowly on the tongue are sweet and warm

The air is like an apple pie, the hour like a spoon

And everyone is hungry on a Saturday afternoon

Its shops are full of stragglers with a carefree hour to spend

And though we’ve never met before we greet as friend to friend

For there is something different about this weekly boon

And no one is a stranger on a Saturday afternoon

No matter what’s behind us and no matter what’s in store

Today is a tea-kettle with an afternoon to pour

So take that cup and lift it up, then sip or slurp, for soon

Twilight will draw its shutters to this Saturday afternoon

© Janet Martin

I wrote the first line in my mind when the afternoon began... we decided to toss to-do lists and Victoria and I had a Saturday afternoon excursion to our favorite thrift store to hunt for treasure-aka old books;-)

If the book talks to me on the first page its mine!
(my dilemma; which one do I read first?!:)

 

Shangri La

A person could get lost

Such as we were

Tucked ‘neath a quilt

Of word-hardy paper

She and I laughing

And splashing through nooks

Far, far away

In the land of books

© Janet Martin