Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2020

Birth Beckons Celebration







Birth beckons celebration; whether babe, a bloom, a pup
New day that spills o’er yonder hills from Mercy’s brimming cup
Hope, like a hearty handshake, refreshes happiness
As beauty, God’s stayed signature anoints life’s ugliness
Where we, a host of beggars by the grace of Holy God
Are treated, free of charge to awesome art of sky and sod

Over the ash of ages and the bones of silenced cries
Birth frees from fettered cages the proof of God’s kind replies
Where death spills blood and stills the pulse (sometimes ‘neath human hands)
But breath that ushers birth only Life’s Bestower commands
For once life has departed no one can its voice revive
And only birth can keep the earth rejoicing and alive

Birth beckons celebration; like a poem penned by He
The author of salvation, to His beloved family
Where, midst the groaning turmoil beneath man, death would be chief
But hark; a puppy barks, a baby cries, dawn breaks, buds leaf
We lift our heads, a melody woos above brutal wars
And from Time’s teardrop riddled trench the human spirit soars

© Janet Martin

 For with you is the fountain of life;
    in your light we see light.
Psalm 36:9 

The whole glorious psalm here,
as fitting for these days
as in days of old!

I have a message from God in my heart
    concerning the sinfulness of the wicked:[b]
There is no fear of God
    before their eyes.
In their own eyes they flatter themselves
    too much to detect or hate their sin.
The words of their mouths are wicked and deceitful;
    they fail to act wisely or do good.
Even on their beds they plot evil;
    they commit themselves to a sinful course
    and do not reject what is wrong.
Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens,
    your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,
    your justice like the great deep.
    You, Lord, preserve both people and animals.
How priceless is your unfailing love, O God!
    People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house;
    you give them drink from your river of delights.
For with you is the fountain of life;
    in your light we see light.
10 Continue your love to those who know you,
    your righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 May the foot of the proud not come against me,
    nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
12 See how the evildoers lie fallen—
    thrown down, not able to rise!



Monday, January 27, 2020

Ah Death! or, The Touch That Fells The Flower...


By now most of us have heard the tragic headline news...
 ...of how retired N.B.A. star, Kobe Bryant, 41, and his daughter Gianna 
were among nine people in a helicopter that crashed near Calabasas, Calif. 
Also among the victims, a college baseball coach and his wife and daughter.
Whether Death visits publicly or privately 
We all will face its forever-ness as we come face to face with The Giver 
of this precious gift of life...


 Job 14:5
Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, 
thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

2 Samuel 14:14
For surely we will die and be like water poured out on the ground, which cannot be recovered. 
Yet God does not take away a life; but He devises ways 


It strews like ash upon the sea, the petals of the bloom
It bids us touch more tenderly the threads still in life’s loom
With sacred dread it bows the head of both sinner and saint
It cautions words still left unsaid in thought’s would-be complaint

…and suddenly the things we do demand sincerity
It wakens a more humble view of who we ought to be
Where once again we are reminded of what matters most
Lest we forget and become blinded by man’s feeble boast

It wakens an awesome awareness to time’s fragile hold
We all are subject to death’s sureness, whether young or old
Therefore, while the hour still blooms with Opportunity
Pray we prepare for what yet looms and none of us can see

The gift of life, ah, what a precious, purposed brevity
Where Time runs rife with moments closing in eternity
And who can know the hour when God’s power will patrol
The Touch that fells the flower that harbours the living soul

© Janet Martin


 Therefore take careful heed to yourselves, that you love the LORD your God.




Sunday, December 8, 2019

Tick-tock's Undertow



It's quiet save the sound of the clock's tick-tock!

 Sometimes we wish for more 'bloom' as it fades
until we mourn the loss of one who never got the chance to fully fade or even begin to fade!
 Tonight the ache of mourning is raw as we enfold a widow in our congregation
in tears and prayer...

Growing old does not stop
Until God wills it so
The momentum of tick and tock
A profound undertow
Where choice and circumstance
Adeptly intertwines
As we grapple with what God grants
While youth its bloom resigns

To make each moment count
Is more than a cliché
They are the sparkles from a fount
That never hits replay
Therefore we ought to prize
The gift of growing old
And kindly, humbly recognize
Time slipping through our hold

The ache for those we love
Who have gone on before
Keens a scared awareness of
What was and is no more
Where, as the seasons pass
We come to realize
How swift the sand runs through the glass
That drains the fountain dry

Dear Lord, bless those who mourn
For friend or family
Lord, heal the heart broken and torn
By sorrow’s agony
Awake in us hope’s boast
As by your grace we go
And teach us how to make the most
Of tick-tock’s undertow

© Janet Martin



 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, 
for He who promised is faithful.
Heb.10:23


Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Life Goes On

A few weeks ago we attended the wedding of my neice.
 She married our lifelong neighbour's son!
At the wedding hubby and I chatted for a little while with the groom's uncle
 (age 63) who moved to Manitoba years ago and raised his family there.
He encouraged me to make/take the time to go with Jim/hubby sometimes
because we just never know what life can bring.
Since that conversation 3+ weeks ago Jim has met him completely unexpectedly (twice!)
as he drove through Manitoba.
Suddenly a truck pulled alongside his truck and a man with a friendly smile
and honk waved as he went by. It was Ken Weber!
Yesterday he passed away suddenly due to a heart attack!

A few days ago a this community was rocked by the death of a young woman
 killed in an awful traffic accident, leaving us asking,
(after coming through a sorrow-stricken October)
 who/what next?!!

 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death,
 so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.
For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again,
we also believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him.…
1 Thess. 4:13-14 

This song was played the other Sunday for our 'hurting bad' church family
as we mourn the sudden loss of a few of its members...

because, life goes on!

Life goes on
The holes where loss
Leaves gaping wounds
Ah, who can fill?
Where Death
(That Ruthless Random Beast)
With precise aim
Is never still

Life goes on:
Worlds rocked anew
With Grief’s insistent
Unforeseen
Where all we knew
Cannot return
To be the way
That it had been

Death’s sickle swings
Ah, who is next
To fall beneath its
Binding blade
Where love, ah love
Will suffer long
The aftermath
Of parting’s trade

Where life goes on
In spite of Death
(Though much is taken
Much remains)
To stir our hearts
And steal our Breath
As Hope in God
Alone sustains

Life goes on;
It eddies, swirls
Where love and sorrow
Ache and brim
As love of God
Kindly consoles
And fills the holes
With hope in Him


© Janet Martin