Showing posts with label retrospect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label retrospect. Show all posts

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Past-Tours or Pastures


 Sometimes something as simple as a small Christmas card can spark a shower of echoes...
where bliss of innocence never gives Time a second thought
(is the scene below not purely idyllic?!)

Can't you hear the creak of snow beneath the rudders of the sleigh,
the lilt of youthful voices stirring white silence...
the horses eager snort, as they break through pristine sweep 
showcasing the startling artwork of shadows!

New day, like morning’s child stretches and yawns; dawn turns time young
The weathered stead that twilight tethered is a foal once more
Where on the air an untouched stair of raring grace is hung
The space that morrow’s Thought will trace where Yet begets Before

Ah retrospect; a room that opens up its one-man view
As memories and echoes culminate to paint a scene
Where once upon a childhood ‘neath untarnished gold and blue
We peered through star-filled eyes to life, so rife with virgin green

Then time was on our side, it seemed and we forgot its haste
But kicked it in the flanks and urged it on toward the dream
A rider on a stead too docile for hope’s heady taste
We tore across wide open fell like geldings full of steam

…and somewhere in the rise and set of Yet, Was grew and grew
And fact insisted that we reign in foolish fantasy
While filling flawless air with all the pictures that we drew
While living in the moments making, shaping history

…while waking our senses to the truth we all must face
Time waits for no one, head held high with fire in its feet
And always young at daybreak where its diverse droves give chase
The proof of mileage tattooed on the rider in its seat

And somewhere in the process of learning’s kick and caress
The stars turn into dust pressed hard upon time’s beaten track
Where once-upon-a-childhood startles retrospect’s finesse
With happiness much humbler from fence-lines of looking back



© Janet Martin
 




Thursday, June 14, 2018

Simply Learning


Little did the work-soiled farmer who stopped in the middle of a very busy day
realize what a portrait of daddy-love he 'painted'; 
...sitting in a wooden rocker beside his 4 yr. old birthday girl
at lunch yesterday, opening gifts and reading cards.
 (his 'looking back' will hopefully hold dear these precious moments)

Little 3 yr. old Girl, so excited to be invited was very proud of the gift she brought to give...
(she really wanted to keep it!)

(...but those are always the best gifts to give, aren't they; the ones we wish we could keep!)
When the party was over she asked if she could run up-stairs one last time so I followed her up and heard her say to the tea-set now arranged on the Birthday Girl's bed.
"good-bye, tea-party dishes. I will miss you"


I try hard not to look back and wish for things I cannot change. 
Its a good thing to be able to forgive ourselves and others for fumbles then let go and move on,
 hopefully with a nugget of wisdom and grace retained as 'reward'!



Looking back can be a lesson in reproach and raw regret
If we overlook the reason; we were simply learning yet
And those trip-and-fumble follies would be hallmarks of disgrace
If a headlong stumble handed only mud upon the face

Looking back can be a lesson in humility and love
For if we are truly honest there is evidence to prove
We are all-together students of desire’s scars and dreams
Where the days of Simply Learning are not over yet, it seems

Looking back can be a lesson in forgiveness at its best
Then, when its kind grace is granted we have courage for the rest
Where earth’s School of Life is filled with first-time-for-this fellowmen
And we all are Simply Learning (let’s all just be kinder then)

Looking back can be a lesson in learning to look ahead
And be very, Very mindful of this now-moment instead
So when its thread falls behind us; stitches none can rearrange
Then its looking back won’t bind us to the Things we cannot change

© Janet Martin

 Let your eyes look forward;
fix your gaze straight ahead...
Prov.4:25



Monday, April 21, 2014

Retrospect...



 

Retrospect drives truth-pangs through the heart
Today we love; tomorrow we may part
First’s are life-hallmarks; charted and prized
‘Lasts’ slip by, easily unrecognized

Retrospect strums soul-strings tenderly
Calling to moments tossed, lost to time’s sea
‘Now’ fills my palm urging me from my thought
Lest I miss ‘the something’ this morsel besought

Retrospect trembles in visions aloft
Double-edged grace; inexorable waft
Startling the drifter to reality
How quickly an hour fades to history

© Janet Martin

Salome passed away early on Saturday morning.(for the past year she was in a long-term care facility due to increased care needs) Everyone's favorite aunt is finally with Jesus. Death brings retrospect...She will be laid to rest tomorrow morning.No more Down's Syndrome, no more Alzheimer, and all Jesus and her momma and papa!