All This And Heaven Too

Enjoying a Snowbound Sunday! 

Proverbs 3:19-20
The LORD founded the earth by wisdom 

and established the heavens by understanding. /

By His knowledge the watery depths were broken open, 

and the clouds dripped with dew. (or snow??)

Romans 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 His workmanship, 

that men are without excuse.

Colossians 1:16
For in Him all things were created, 

things in heaven and on earth,

 visible and invisible, 

whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities. 

things were created through Him and for Him.

Psalm 104:24
How many are Your works, O LORD! 

In wisdom You have made them all; 

the earth is full of Your creatures.

Jeremiah 10:12
The LORD made the earth by His power;

 He established the world by His wisdom 

and stretched out the heavens by His understanding.

Where every window frames a masterpiece by God unfurled...

And bids us find a cozy seat to marvel at the world...

Where every window frames a masterpiece by God unfurled

And bids us find a cozy seat to marvel at the world

Where the Creator fills the earth with galleries, snow-spun

And awestruck creature thrills in works of art second to none

Where every season brims with boundless beauty to behold

And humble hearts thunder with hymns as God's name is extolled

(Where we are all without excuse; God's qualities unfurled

In evidence unloosed since the creation of the world) Rom.1:18-20

Where to witness mankind's delight must bring God pleasure too

As we approach Faith Turned To Sight, when all will be made new

But, until then He grants a world of unplumbed majesty 

Gazillion autographs untwirled for everyone to see 

Where He maintains the matrix of four-season ebb and flow

 A collage of mosaics swirls blue sky, green grass, white snow 

Until it seems each season tries to boast the finest view

While, every heart a poet sighs, All this and Heaven too' 

Janet Martin

                            

Love Song to the Creator

Psalm 68:19

Blessed be the Lord,

Who daily loads us with benefits,

The God of our salvation! Selah

I love the Author of the rose

Of budded fount that overflows

With finest petal filigree

Of delicate, detailed design

Where masterpieces, great and small

Spill in copious free-for-all

Like volumes full of poetry

Where God penned every perfect line

The sweet and juicy happiness

Of strawberry delicious-yes...

I love the beauty of the earth

And sky; how beholding gives birth

To gladness for the thoughts and ways

Of He, no mind can comprehend...

I love the glory God reveals

Where creation’s cupola peals

In reply to finch, lark and wren

(or robin)

In rolling vistas that amaze...

In gardens as they showcase He

Who instills seed with majesty...

I love the joy that God bestows

Through art only He can compose

The thundercloud, tree silhouette

The innocence of pup and child

The sweet and juicy happiness

Of strawberry delicious-yes

The grandeur of sunrise and set

To run wonder’s awed worship wild

I love the glory God reveals

Where creation’s cupola peals

In reply to finch, lark and wren

In rolling vistas that amaze

In gardens as they showcase He

Who instills seed with majesty

And beckons poets, once again

To spill a humble hymn of praise

I love the Author of the rose

Of budded fount that overflows

With finest petal filigree

Of delicate, detailed design

Where masterpieces, great and small

Spill in copious free-for-all

Like volumes full of poetry

Where God penned every perfect line

I love the beauty of the earth

And sky; how beholding gives birth

To gladness for the thoughts and ways

Of He, no mind can comprehend

Of Providence that never wanes

Of love unfathomed, that sustains

Goodness and mercy all our days

Hope’s anchor, faithful to the end

© Janet Martin

I love the beauty of the earth

And sky; 

...how beholding gives birth

To gladness for the thoughts and ways

Of He, no mind can comprehend...

1 Cor.1:26-31

Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called.

 Not many of you were wise by human standards;

 not many were influential;

not many were of noble birth. 

27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; 

God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 

28 God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—

and the things that are not—

to nullify the things that are, 

29 so that no one may boast before him. 

30 It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, 

who has become for us wisdom from God—

that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. 

31 Therefore, as it is written: 

“Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.”[d]

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

Happy...Friday?!! Already😅🙏💗

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!!)😭

...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 out😅💝

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!

He Sees the Little Sparrows Fall

Delight's Attention Spans

A few delights caught on camera,

that helped inspire today's poem...

Clouds heaped on deeps of boundless blue, 

a grape-embellished vine...

He spills Majesty’s showcases, in petals, paper-thin...

A flower in its precious prime,

 a bud, bursting to tell

 (I am so eager for this hibiscus to begin blooming!!)

A bloom, bowed by the toll of Time’s unyielding carousel...

To mint and silver-dazzled mist of dew-kissed fennel-frond

God draws delight’s attentions to beauties and mercies fine

Clouds heaped on deeps of boundless blue, a grape-embellished vine

A flower in its precious prime, a bud, bursting to tell

A bloom, bowed by the toll of Time’s unyielding carousel

A treetop, cobbled to the moon, a pot of garden stew

A bit of summer afternoon left after work is through

He spills Majesty’s showcases, in petals, paper-thin

He wills unfathomed graces to a world blighted by sin

Four-season feasts of grandeur, great and small, thrill and confound

Impressions of His splendor thunder, oft without a sound

As glory of the earth and sky declares the glory of

The Lord. Ah, here a butterfly, ah, there a cooing dove

Coruscant vim of brook-verve curves through wood and meadowland

God’s evidence, without reserve, anoints Want’s blind demand

And fills us with anticipation for impending praise;

Impromptu celebrations as we marvel at His ways

Mantled in morning amethyst, hailed from Welkin Beyond

To mint and silver-dazzled mist of dew-kissed fennel-frond

How holy is the lowly spud, how God’s providence awes

Incomprehensible, the Thought that ordain nature’s laws

And draws delights attentions to beauties and mercies fair

And kindles endless anthems to a God beyond compare

Whose outer fringes flourish in frames filled with ‘let there be’

Whose Inner Whispers nourish gladness and humility

Delight's attention spans the gap twixt worshipper and God

It joins the the trees that clap their hands, the hill-and-field pealed laud

Where spoken tokens of his Word yield what He has decreed

His proclamation, undeterred for He is Lord indeed

Who draws delight's attention to creation's chief employ

To lift our hearts and voices and to shout and sing for joy

© Janet Martin

a pot of garden-stew...

***

Yesterday the morning was turning swiftly sweltering...

when, what to my wondering eyes should appear

but my dear neighbor with a potato-digger!

My hallelujah-hymn, 

(kindled as the potato-fork

unearthed Yukon gold and Idaho red treasure

 in astonishing measure)

reached new and unexpected heights;

the kind of height that only (unexpected) kindness 

(esp. potato-digger kindness)

achieves!!

(my apologies for the WOW!!!

in my delight, I forgot I was recording😂💗)

Isaiah 55:12

You will indeed go out with joy and be led forth in peace;

the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,

and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.

Psalm 47:1

Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout unto God with a voice of triumph.

Psalm 65:12

The pastures of the wilderness overflow; the hills are robed with joy.

Psalm 65:13

The pastures are clothed with flocks, 

and the valleys are decked with grain. 

They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.

Psalm 89:12

North and south You created; 

Tabor and Hermon shout for joy at Your name.

Psalm 93:3

The floodwaters have risen, O LORD; 

the rivers have raised their voice;

 the seas lift up their pounding waves.

Isaiah 44:23

Sing for joy, O heavens, for the LORD has done this; 

shout aloud, O depths of the earth.

 Break forth in song, O mountains, 

you forests and all your trees. 

For the LORD has redeemed Jacob, 

and revealed His glory in Israel.