Opening Scene to What Has Not Yet Been Before

PAD Challenge day 6: For today’s prompt, write an opening poem.

Dawn yawns and stretches, draws the sun from edges brushed with pink

The trees long flushed with gold stand stark and dark against yon brink

Time’s seasons flare and fade like floats in nature’s grand parade

While we try to make sense of its intense, immense crusade

Where some of us are bystanders and some march left-foot-right

Some lounge, cool as can be and some are wound up way too tight

While the bronze gong is drawn up, up away from eastward verge

As we are swept into a resolute, momentous surge

…that always pulls us to the place where we are facing west

To watch the sun slip past skyscrapers, trees, beneath earth’s crest

And where we stood to watch dawn yawn and fling ajar its door

We peer into the darkness of a day that is no more

...where some take note of progress, some notice nothing too much

Some feel hope like a warm handshake, others want for its touch

Some stand tall as a stallion, others fall beneath the strain

Waiting for dawn to yawn and stretch and do it all again

© Janet Martin

Hello Fellow-Traveler...

 PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

 Just can't resist showing a pic of my newest-sweetest-baby-est fellow-traveler

(our grand-daughter, not quite 2 days old)

Hello, fellow trav’ler of pleasure and pain

Of twilight’s goodnight and dawn’s ‘begin again’

Because none of us sets out to fail or fall

Let’s lean on each other and love one and all

Hello fellow-trav’ler where we always meet

On morning’s fresh threshold of gold or gray street

Where we all grow old if we’re given the chance

So let’s help each other through each day God grants

Hello fellow-trav’ler of high road and low

My, my, but what waits to be we cannot know

Where future is never the picture we drew

And we're all just learning what we thought we knew

Hello, fellow-trav’ler where Time’s tolling bell

Soft-nudges us nearer to tears of farewell

Where no one can tell when death’s knell bids us part

So let’s love each other with all of our heart

…and let’s greet each morning like an honoured guest

In all that life offers let’s give it our best

And taste like word-sugar love’s sweetest words yet

Hello fellow-trav’ler, so nice to have met

© Janet Martin

Of Who We Are or Who Are We

 Sometimes when Hubby thinks I'm a little 'set in my ways' he'll shake his head and say,

'They may think they buried your Grandpa F. but they sure didn't bury all of him!'

...and what reply follows, I leave to your imagination😁

 I'm working at getting some summer-fav-photos developed;

My, what an echo world a photo can hold!

Equipped with faith and hope and trust, we combat dread and fear

Knowing that without warning well-laid plans can run awry

But oh, in Whom we place our faith and hope and trust, my dear

Makes all the difference in this world of startling my-oh-my

Time’s tray serves up with touch and taste far more than memories

From hues of Influence and Circumstance’s deft finesse

We become Who We Are and Who We Are, with subtle ease

Becomes part of another person’s strength or brokenness

And this, all hinged upon whereon we fix our faith-hope-trust

Aware that soon Farewell will claim this frame of why-and-how

Aware that soon the grave will snare life’s scaffolding of dust

Aware that Who We Are impacts far more than Here-and-Now

…where faith-hope-trust in He who sees beyond our live-laugh-love

Fills Who We Are with peace where ups and downs of life unwind

The essence of His presence or the hollow lack thereof

As Who We Are begins to shape the lives we leave behind

© Janet Martin

Dear World...

PAD Challenge day 16;For today’s prompt, write a poem to the world

Yesterday morning...

  

...this morning

Different colours, same Creator!

Dear World,

We are all in this together

the rich with the poor,

The strong with the sick,

the beautiful with the ugly

we all weather the same weather

breathe the same air

bear kindred care

that love inspires 

By the grace of the Same God

we go, to and fro

giving and taking

making promises

we don't always keep

we wake

we sleep

so much in common

so, come on

...let's love one another instead of hate

for we are all kindred

sister and brother

and no one is greater than love

or its Creator

Dear World, 

we are all in this together

so, let's weather

whatever the weather

...with kindness

and patience

and love

Janet~

Imagine if we actually put in action the love described below!!

 Love is patient, 

love is kind. 

It does not envy, 

it does not boast, 

it is not proud. 

It does not dishonor others, 

it is not self-seeking, 

it is not easily angered, 

it keeps no record of wrongs.  

 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  

 It always protects, 

always trusts, 

always hopes, 

always perseveres.

 Love never fails. 

1 Cor.13:4-8

Heaven's Glow Here Below...

Last night a little 'burst' of something created havoc in our little village for a few minutes;

 before you could blink neighbours were out helping neighbours, 

the sound of chain-saws and voices filling the misty, evening air.

My favorite orchard's last plum tree is uprooted plus many laden, broken fruit trees.

My friend lost a huge tree in her yard.
Thankfully, there are no reports of injuries anywhere, only lost trees.

People rally in the valley

When ill weather ruins ‘plan’

Then we gather, sister, brother

Help each other where we can

Listen honey, when it’s sunny

We are apt to soon forget

…take for granted what is planted

‘Neath the footpath that we tread

God in Heaven knows we’re given

Spirits strong and undeterred

If this Dust can learn to trust Him

Troubled waters prove mere word

People rally in the valley

Here the Balm in Gilead grows

Hope beseeches, Mercy reaches

To dark trenches; heaven glows

© Janet Martin

 Here is last night's update from Dave's wife...

Hello everyone! 

Thankful to report he had another good day! Thank-you SO much for all the prayers etc. He sat on the side of the bed for 1 HR and took a few steps! A lot easier today; not so much pain when they helped him out. His appetite was better today as well

 ( it being roast beef for supper maybe helped ) 

Resting nicely right now. 

Prayers are being answered!

 I love the Lord, for he heard my voice;

he heard my cry for mercy.

Because he turned his ear to me,

I will call on him as long as I live.

Psalm 116:1-2