Mist-kissed Past-Cast

Patrick Reed Wins The Masters 2018

 

The Winning Shot! 

More moments...

Thank-you Jordan Spieth and Rickie Fowler, for adding the nail-biter finish as our hearts soared and fell with the score, depending on who we were cheering for!

...and then the Past comes slipping in

To brush to nothing-more-than-mist

the bloom and blush of grin 

and groan and moments

tear or laughter-

 kissed

Where all

that yet remains from

pain and pleasure's mighty itty-bit

is the remembrance  of the moment

and what we  have learned from it

Janet~

Rory offers congratulations he dreamed perhaps, of receiving...but not this time. 

The common fellowship of we who slip and trip and fall

Is that we feel true sympathy for those who know the pain

Of broken dreams and hope that seems, at the moment, so small

But makes us brave enough to stand up tall and try again

***

Another twilight fades to shades that snuffs the countryside
 Where history is made with what we did with what we held
Then each today turns into yesterday on time's swift tide
And shapes the view we look back to as twilight shadows meld

Augusta, Georgia, The Masters

PAD Challenge day 7: For today’s prompt, write a senses poem. 

That is, write a poem that uses one or more of your senses. 

Smell, taste, touch, sound, sight, or even a sixth sense. 

Focus in on one of them or try to incorporate them all.

For me the Masters
is a treat to all the senses but esp. sight and sound!
 

Some come to watch the challenge

Some love the wholesome scenes

Of ancient tree-lined bowers

And gentle rolling greens

Of full-blooming azaleas

Pink dogwood, flowering peach

Of jasmine and magnolia

Majestic fir and beech

Here hope and disappointment

Mete out their rivalry

Where stood  The Eisenhower Pine

And still, the Big Oak Tree

Hearts soar with each white orb lobbed high

Rush of adrenaline

Mingles with azure of pure sky

Splash…and temper’s discipline

As dreams are lived and broken

Midst reverent applause

Where man is at the mercy

Of golf’s merciless laws

Par, birdie, bogey, breath-prayer

‘Dear God, Thy will be done

But I could use a miracle

How ‘bout a hole-in-one?'

April’s bite of earth-heaven

Augusta’s glory-days

While dusk draws steeple shadows

While soft, the music plays

© Janet Martin

 

Jim and I may have different reasons for watching but...we both love it. lol;-)

 Augusta; excerpt below from this article

What makes Augusta unique is all the different types of trees and flowering shrubs that are in bloom when the Masters takes place. The 366-acre property was in the 1800s home to Fruitland Nurseries. It was then that so many different trees and plants were imported and planted there, brought from around the globe. Even when the nursery closed in 1918, the trees and plants remained and thrived until Bobby Jones discovered the property in the early 1930s.
So, when the course was designed and landscaped, it was done so around this arbor spectacular more than perhaps any course in the world. Named trees dot the course. There’s a 150-year-old specimen simply known as “The Big Oak” that stands majestically near the clubhouse. Then, there’s the Eisenhower Pine on No. 17, so named because the 34th President Dwight Eisenhower who often played the course managed to hit it so often with his tee shots.
In fact, all of the holes are named after exotic and aromatic trees such as Tea Olive (No. 1), Pink Dogwood (No. 2), Flowering Crab Apple (No. 4), Magnolia (No. 5), Yellow Jasmine (No. 8), Carolina Cherry (No. 9), Azalea (No. 13), Nandina (No. 17) and so on.
Said Nese: “The thing that strikes me is that Augusta takes so much pride in its trees and flowers and shrubs that it names its holes after them. When I think of Augusta National, that’s what I think of first — all those different growing things and their beauty.

The highs, like no other golf tournament... (Masters 2015)

as well as the lows!!(Masters 2016)

  Jordan Spieth, gracious in defeat! Remember?

Wishing all the best to each player!
Thank-you.

What a Finish!

 It's always been this way...

One person's triumph is another person's defeat...

One person's win, another's loss...

While one celebrates victory, the other suffers bitter disappointment!

 Another highly entertaining Masters makes history, What a finish, what a finish!

 Someday hopefully we can all say What a finish as we get to the end of the challenge...

Praise Jesus, because of His awesome It Is Finished we may all have the victory, not because of anything we have done (save believe) but because of everything(life eternal) Christ has won on our behalf...thus while Christians mourn our dead we know somewhere legions cheer, 

and welcome home the Victors!

It’s not our call

We’re all so small

In the grand scheme of years

That we must trust

Our dust-to-dust

To He who orders spheres

The hierarchy

Of you and me

Is always only this;

A little leap

Of wake and sleep

Before death’s genesis

So, young or old

We should behold

Each gift of day with love

In all we do

Be kind and true

Our thankfulness to prove

Then, when the Door

To Evermore

Makes Awesome Unknown known

Truth will amaze

…This world of days

Was just a stepping stone

© Janet Martin

 

Yesterday's match was pure sport. 

Imagine getting to the end of life's final challenge to hear

so near...yet so far!

 

Acts 16:30-33King James Version (KJV)

³⁰ And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?

³¹ And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

³² And they spake unto him the word of the Lord, and to all that were in his house.

But 'How'...

 If you don't watch golf then the name Jordan Spieth is simply another name,

but to those who do, yesterday's stunning finale will never be forgotten!

 

Trying to come to grips with what just happened...

It’s not so much the ‘if’ we lose

But ‘how’ that shapes the ‘who’

That we become after the humb-

-ling hurt of it is through

It’s not so much the ‘what’ of it

That dictates happiness

But how we use the Now of it

That steals or deals success

© Janet Martin

We congratulate Danny Willett
(nice article if you click the link)

God does not call us to success, but to faithfulness~

Dear Jordan Spieth...(and the rest of us too)

 Jordan, we are so proud of the way you handled, under the scrutiny of millions of eyes,
a huge life-disappointment!

What to do…

The day is new

And you and I

Are privy to

Its moments, oh,

They fall like snow

And melt into

Time’s come-and-go

While we employ

Heartbreak and joy

And all the noise

That goes with it

Of win and loss

The albatross

To those of us

Who dare not quit

© Janet Martin

A year ago, celebration...

...this year, heartbreak! 

Here's to the World of Sport

PAD Challenge Day 10: write an emotions poem

The Masters 2016 are not in the books yet but oh, I need a break!

Handshakes,

 Heartbreaks,

High-fives, lows

O-o-o-ohs and a-a-a-hs,

Applause,

Oh, no-o-os!

Cheers and tears

Moans, groans,

Weep, grin

Hold your breath,

Exhale again

Cross your fingers

Close your eyes,

Heart-pounding

Couch-coaching cries

Laugh, wail, tremble,

Cringe, yell, snort

Oh,

This is the world of
watching sport

Janet Martin

There is a fine line between disaster and success here (the Masters)
Lee Westwood 

There are many who care little about the world of competition but for those of us who enjoy the adrenaline rush of the road to victory or defeat...well,
Wow, what an ebb and flow of emotion we experience that they...
Don't!

an hour after the above pic...