Of Unfinished Perhapses

‘Special Family moments’ was my sister’s title to a photo collage on Facebook…

Oh, isn’t that the best treasure of life?

Let’s make today’s moments as special as we can!

(below, a photo-collage with some of our family on vacation)

Whether it’s a walk in the garden

Or *filling a crock with flowers

Whether it’s a book ‘neath a tree by a brook

Where summer spills its remnant hours

Whether its taking or leaving

Let’s make the most of Now’s glance

Whether we choose to sit for a bit

Or kick off our shoes and dance

Whether its warm bread and honey

Or September's blue-gold afternoon

Let’s never waste what none can re-taste

After the licking of spoon

Whether its laughter or sorrow

(for where there is love, both exist)

Whether its Must is a trial of trust

Or Love, gently rocked-cradled-kissed

Whether its nothing but Being

Fully wherever we be

Of work, play and pray, let’s make today

A beautiful memory

© Janet Martin

 *In this area, if one does not have a garden to pick flowers to fill crocks,

 many roadside stands offer bloom-bouquets ready to brighten anywhere you place them!

Today's memories hopefully will include pears and tomatoes joining jarred peaches!

Revel in a Bevel of Blue...

Revel in a bevel of blue

Roam through a Tome of thought

And dance upon the glance of dawn

Where what is soon is not

Embrace the grace of hasting day

Go slower, softer, mate

Revere the here with honor, dear

Before it is too late

Delight in the white noise of Now

Ignore the roar of clocks

Become a humble pioneer

Of trails that twilight locks

Proceed with heed to other’s need

Abhor greed’s boorish ranks

Ransack time’s one-way track, my love

But, above all, give thanks

© Janet Martin

Psalm 136

 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good,
    for his steadfast love endures forever.
² Give thanks to the God of gods,
    for his steadfast love endures forever.
³ Give thanks to the Lord of lords,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;

⁴ to him who alone does great wonders,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
⁵ to him who by understanding made the heavens,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
⁶ to him who spread out the earth above the waters,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
⁷ to him who made the great lights,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
⁸ the sun to rule over the day,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
⁹ the moon and stars to rule over the night,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;

¹⁰ to him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹¹ and brought Israel out from among them,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹² with a strong hand and an outstretched arm,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹³ to him who divided the Red Sea in two,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹⁴ and made Israel pass through the midst of it,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹⁵ but overthrew^[a] Pharaoh and his host in the Red Sea,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹⁶ to him who led his people through the wilderness,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;

¹⁷ to him who struck down great kings,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹⁸ and killed mighty kings,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
¹⁹ Sihon, king of the Amorites,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
²⁰ and Og, king of Bashan,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
²¹ and gave their land as a heritage,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
²² a heritage to Israel his servant,
    for his steadfast love endures forever.

²³ It is he who remembered us in our low estate,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
²⁴ and rescued us from our foes,
    for his steadfast love endures forever;
²⁵ he who gives food to all flesh,
    for his steadfast love endures forever.

²⁶ Give thanks to the God of heaven,
    for his steadfast love endures forever.

Of Ether Rembrandts

"H-m-m-m, I wonder what today will look like before its all over", 

I said to Victoria this morning, as I viewed a rather muddled ‘must-do’ list

 When this bush blooms it resurrects echoes from Bygone's rooms...

June 1995

We want for much; while touch of Time leaves laugh-lines on our cheeks

And siphons from thin air, the lair that harbors days and weeks

This grandiose acquaintance with the rise and set of sun

Delivers ether Rembrandts to the place where past is hung

While new day pours Time’s age-old wars from jars of groan and grin

And pens, through its perusal, chronicles beneath our skin

If we have all we need then want is not too much to bear

Though for want’s quiet cause we plead and breathe hope into prayer

That blatant ache of dread, while we break bread beneath blue sky

Demands the valor of a soldier in life’s battle cry

For training grounds of trust are all up-hill, we must proceed

Because we have much more than most if we have all we need

Do not despair; the air that tolls the golden bell of dawn

Is like an invitation to ‘gird up and carry on’

For what has been will be again though not quite like before

And we are always on the verge of Unknown’s Something More

The storehouse that holds future-past unfolds a gap between

Where Now is like a canvas cast to capture rev’ries scene

The heart should burst for love; both blessed and cursed by what it brings

The thorn and bloom of it consumes us with rapture and stings

Its Want is like a child we nurse and try to train and teach

The pros and cons of straining for Something still out of reach

Bravo, dear dreamer, but oh, do not overlook the gift

That drops its pearls then gathers them into dusk’s rose-blue rift

Darling, the death of days and years will never drain dawn’s deep

Its birth of here and now appears with promises to keep

Hello, sweet yellow cello in yon blue orchestral sea

Your sheet music spills puddles of shadow beneath the tree

Where we of wish and wonder walk and talk and ever learn

New truths from age-old lessons taught through laws of no return

© Janet Martin

  

No one can afford to look back too long 

without missing out on today’s moment-song!

'This'

 Even though 'this' is not picture-perfect it is all we have. 

We should cherish it for who knows what morrow's 'this' will be...

This day grants a rainy-day inkwell;-) thank-you, rainy-windy-freezing cold May day;-)

Futile to fret for what is not

Nor let Thought plunder Past’s abyss

Better to look at what we’ve got

And seek to make the best of 'this'

For soft and swift the ‘This’ we clasp

Will disappear without a sound

Into a fathom ever-cast

Where none the key to it has found

Therefore, before we turn to crave

The ‘this’ we had but missed somehow

We should look well at what we have

And make the utter-best of Now

© Janet Martin