Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

An Evolving Evaluation (of Evidence)



Today's poem began with a 'blush hush/rush' soon filled with workday noise!
 Happy workday, everyone! 
(and my heart/prayers go out to all who wish they could work and can't)
I hope today's poem grants a splash of joy and good cheer!




This poem kind of evolved with the dissolving of daybreak...
from texts from Young Mother...

...from rumble of industry

 

from not knowing where to begin
to count the ways of Evidence of Him...


all on a backdrop of Mercy's evidence renewed...


Dawn’s blush hush/rush fills with workday noise
Nature’s showcase unveils fresh joys
That none can claim with boastful pride
Where colors of the countryside
Like ever-changing works of art
Amaze the mind and thrill the heart
Evoking a hymn, like a prayer
In praise to One beyond compare
Whose ways we cannot comprehend
Whose faithfulness will never end
Whose Word is trustworthy and true
Whose promises naught can undo

Where, as dawn slips on workday hues/shoes
As industry resumes its dues
And motherhood its sacred charge
As dawn unmoors its teeming barge
How humbly wonderful to know
Whose goodness none can overthrow
Whose hope is sure, whose hand will guide
From break of day to eventide
Where nature’s showcase spills God’s heart
In unparalleled works of art
Where earth and sky declare His name
Inviting/compelling us to do the same

A wealth of wonder waits. Ahoy
Nature’s showcase erupts with joy
We hardly know where to begin
To count the frames, we see God in
Creation’s cradles stream and brim
With countless evidence of Him
Making more pitiful the clod
Who clings to denials of God
Making meeker all who believe
Because of the grace we receive
Making gladder the humbler prayer
To He who knows each creature care

© Janet Martin

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 what has been made, 
so that people are without excuse.

Whose hope is sure, whose hand will guide
From break of day to eventide...







Thursday, September 7, 2023

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😂💗)



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.

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

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

The pastures are clothed with flocks, 
and the valleys are decked with grain. 
They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.

North and south You created; 
Tabor and Hermon shout for joy at Your name.

The floodwaters have risen, O LORD; 
the rivers have raised their voice;
 the seas lift up their pounding waves.

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.



Thursday, May 4, 2023

Tangible Reminders (of Who God Is)

Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior,
who daily bears our burdens.
Psalm 68:19

Sometimes when we pass through seasons of (prayer)-discouragement,
God convicts and comforts us 
with tangible reminders of who He is; 
Faithful 
As surely as nature displays his faithfulness
in every season,
so too is His perfect timing in our lives!

These two poems by Edgar A. Guest remind us to take a breath
...and Behold!




The birthplace of today runs rife
(In spite of weight of care)
With much to make this little life
A lovely thing to bear

Beauty’s showcase is marvelous
Winter-spring-summer-fall
Makes it impossible to miss
The One who wills it all

The budded branch bursts into song
The tresses of its hymn
A shelter for the feathered throng
The nests in lofty limb

A masterpiece of petals spills
From frilly lily-loom
River-ribbons wind between hills
At night star-gardens bloom

…and as the afternoon unwinds
To twilight’s vestibules
The Artist of dusk’s murals finds
Constant originals

Beneath a canopy of sky
Oft aweing mortal gaze
We go; God sees the low and high
Of every trail we blaze

…and beckons us to trust the love
That moves His mighty Hand
In ways that grants grand glimpses of
Who none can understand

© Janet Martin


…and as the afternoon unwinds
To twilight’s vestibules
The Artist of dusk’s murals finds
Constant originals...


The budded branch bursts into song...


The tresses of its hymn
A shelter for the feathered throng
The nests in lofty limb...


1 John 5:14
This is the confidence we have in approaching God: 
that if we ask anything according to his will, 
he hears us.





Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Rad Glory




I began this poem at sunrise...
then the day took over...
Off to a local meat shop first thing,
to take advantage of their annual sausage sale...
stopping for a few photos along the way...




...then grandchildren came for a while to entertain gramma😂💖


What is it about a gate/fence/barrier that instantly draws curiosity
of all ages, even babies?!!


 
Grand daughter borrows gramma's sunglasses for a better look at the clouds...


It all started when she spotted the one on the first photo,
 a billowy, pillow-y one and wished she could jump in it


Now, after the last round of sausage is on to steam,
(Yes! I water-bath-can sausage!)
back to what began almost today-ago 😅


Where the heavens are flung
With profound clarity
A Voice of universal tongue

His awesome evidence
(That only fools deny)
Thunders with untold testaments
From earth and sea and sky

…to confound creature boast
To humble human hearts
As wonder wows Want’s uttermost
With what God’s hand imparts

Hark! Ere the dark of night
Dissolves, the morning rings
With feathered, unfettered delight
From choristers with wings

Both mighty and minute
Astonish and enthrall
Until only fools dare dispute
The One who authored all

Creation stuns the eye
And kindles joyful due
To join the throngs of earth and sky
With songs of worship too

Buds, primed with petaled proof
Pulse with glorious laud
While sorry fool still holds aloof
The rad glory of God

© Janet Martin

 (Using the word 'rad' today, in its most sacred sense!)

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Psalm 14:1
The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” 
They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; 
there is no one who does good.




Wednesday, December 14, 2022

For All The World To See

 







From divine providence
And unplumbed majesty
God spills unrivaled excellence
For all the world to see

The wonder that yet waits
Evades our eyes and ears
Save, through a gap in pearly gates
Where glory’s glimpse appears

Before dumbfounded gaze
God flings His artistry
The firmaments declare His praise
For all the world to see

     Let's pause, because the earth
And sky profusely brim
With creation's marvelous mirth
In evidence of Him

...and it would be a shame
To rush negligently
Where all creation shouts His Name
For all the world to see

© Janet Martin

Let them praise the name of the Lord,
    for his name alone is lifted up;
        his majesty transcends earth and heaven.