Showing posts with label simple things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label simple things. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2025

A Give-Me Benediction

 And just like that February is over!!!


Don't you love the sound of a kettle whistling
the prelude to a cup-sized vacay?!!







Give me a kettle that whistles the lyrics
Preceding a cup-sized vacay
Give me a nook with a book and a window
To nurture a noon-getaway
Give me a morning, gold-polished with sunshine
And gladness for mercy renewed
Give me enough lack to keep me from nursing
A heart of ingratitude
Give me a child, innocent and eager,
Brimming with curiosity
Give me an ear that is always half-hearing
Snatches of untamed poetry
Give me the eye of Beholden Beholder
Where earth and sky glory abounds
Give me a cup, though its handle is broken
That joy over joy still confounds
Give me a will, not my own but contented
No matter what today brings
To trust the Giver whose Hand has oft mended
And tuned my oft off-key harp/heart-strings
Give me the goodness of grief-tutored chatter
Rich with mutual sympathy
Pleasureful cadence of voices and laughter
To frame in fond memory…
Give me love’s splendid delight, fierce yet tender
As season-tides rise and fall
Remind me when love cheers the charge of the duty
No task is too common or small
Give me the beauty of daylight departing
In backdrops of deep indigo
Give me a soul not afraid of the smarting
Waiting beyond every hello
Give me the kind of trust that kindles courage
Come whatsoever yet may
Give me a kettle that whistles the welcome
To a cup-sized holiday

© Janet Martin

Give me the eye of Beholden Beholder
Where earth and sky glory abounds...





Give me a nook with a book and a window...



Friday, January 24, 2025

Stick your Nose Into a Tulip...(and other simple pleasures)

A week ago my cousin gifted me this midwinter splash of spring...
the initial inspiration for today's poem


For a taste of spring, when it's not!
and other simple pleasures...

Stick your nose into a tulip...


Sip some lemon-spritzed delight...


Page through gardens, picture-perfect
Waiting while the world blooms white...




Take a 'tropical' vacation
Via pages in a book...








Dream a summer celebration/destination
On the bank of frozen brook


Stick your nose into a tulip
Sip some lemon-spritzed delight
Page through gardens, picture-perfect
Waiting while the world blooms white

Take a tropical vacation
Via pages in a book
Dream a summer celebration
On the bank of frozen brook

Make the most of words like 'cozy'
Before tasks of sweat-and-till
Unearth work gloves resting easy
For a little longer, still

Stoke home-fires with thanksgiving
Thank God for warm, fuzzy socks
Say a prayer for people living
Under bridges in a box🙏💔

Be content to sing and putter
Make a decadent dessert
(never mind the extra butter) 😉😅
A few winter treats won't hurt 

Chuckle at the chubby junco
Watch the birds without a clock
Dictating strict marching orders
With nothing but tick and tock

Pour a second 'second coffee'
Mindful of a subtle string
Drawing winter, like a tugboat 
Closer and closer to spring

Tromp/ski through snow-swaddled creation
With an ear tuned to a clime
Where green and violet arrangements
Will emerge in perfect time

Though the sunshine, brief and sallow
Cannot melt the snowy strand
We know soon its warmer yellow  
Will trump Old Man Winter's hand

 So, stick your nose in a tulip
Sip some lemon-sparkly bliss
Page through gardens, picture-perfect
While the sun fine-tunes her kiss

Janet Martin

Pour a second 'second coffee'...




Chuckle at the chubby junco...


Watch the birds without a clock...








Lyrics 
Song by Keith & Kristyn Getty
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love;
Too vast and astounding to tell.
Forever existing in worlds above,
Now offered and given to all.
Oh fountain of beauty eternal;
The Father, the Spirit, the Son.
Sufficient and endlessly generous:
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
Creation is brimming with thankfulness,
The mountains, exultant they stand;
The seasons rejoice in Your faithfulness,
All life is sustained by Your hand.
You crown every meadow with color;
You paint every shade in the sky;
Each day the dawn wakes as an encore of
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
How great, how sure;
His love endures forevermore.
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
What grace, that You entered our brokenness;
You came in the fullness of time.
How far we had fallen from righteousness,
But not from the mercies of Christ.
Your cross is our door to redemption;
Your death is our fullness of life.
That day, how forgiveness flowed as a flood:
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
How great, how sure;
His love endures forevermore.
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
United in Your resurrection,
You lift us to infinite heights.
Could anything sever or take us from
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.
How great, how sure;
His love endures forevermore.
Magnificent, marvelous, matchless love.

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Like a Butterfly...(or, Beneath a Beaming Breadth of Sky)


How sacredly grief keens awareness 
to the preciousness of 
what we sometimes call Ordinary.
How it stuns us, as we realize 
it is Love!
and, what we once considered 'little things' 
are in reality the big things;
the hymn of touch, 
a smile, a hug, a card, a bloom,
a handshake, 'hello', a child, a chick,
an autumn afternoon,
a cup of tea, a meal and 'small-talk' shared, 
a breath-prayer, a holy pause
to marvel at God's infinite supply of mercies 
and then to thank Him, because
no matter what was or will be
He loves and cares for you and me 

***
It's so hard to accurately describe the beauty
of compassion from family, neighbors and friends;
 how your/their tender love strangely sweetens 
sorrow's most bitter parts
Thank-you to each and every one of you
as you remind/teach me anew
 1 Cor. 13:13
And now these three remain: 
faith, hope and love. 
But the greatest of these is love.

***

Love never fails;
it turns heart-wrenching loss
into a startling gift
we would never choose
or know;
a gift, God-breathed to heal
grief's brutal wounds
as love's tears flow...

***

Ps.147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

***
Isa.52:7
How beautiful on the mountains (or in a barnyard) 
are the feet of those who bring good news, 
who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, 
who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, 
“Your God reigns!”


These youngsters (blurred to protect privacy)
 overflowed with sympathy, questions and conversation
at the farm where I buy our fresh-as-they-come eggs
(often they run to gather them, still warm with the touch of God!)


SO many gentle moments to cherish...





Beneath a beaming breadth of sky
Life feels like a cheek, kissed
As Time wafts, like a butterfly
To bygone’s croft of mist
As joy and sorrow’s interplay
Composes Bittersweet
Arrangements, strewn like petal-fray
That flutters to the street
Where Fleeting Footfalls thrum and fade
Through seasons come, to pass
Like subtle arpeggios played
On keys of breeze and grass
Where children romp, their innocence
Cradles oblivion
To the brute strength of mere moments
Ever-so-deftly spun
Like threads, into a work of art
As tears and laughter meld
Love’s precious glints of heart-to-heart
That we so briefly held
Beneath a beaming breadth of sky
Where Today/lifetimes seem/s so small
As we waft like a butterfly
Toward Dusk’s shadow fall

Beneath a beaming breadth of sky
By faith we humbly hear
God, kindly whisper, 'here am I
To catch each falling tear'


© Janet Martin

My neighbour, walking from her house to mine, bringing last night's supper 💝



and last but not least
this morning's kind reminder devotion from the book
Springs in the Valley by Mrs. Chas E. Cowman



Thursday, July 18, 2024

Like a Lovely Treasure Hunt

John 15:11
I have told you these things so that My joy may be in you 
and your joy may be complete.

John 16:24
Until now you have not asked for anything in My name. 
Ask and you will receive, so that your joy may be complete.

It's the time of year when blog posts and poems don't have any fixed schedule!!
Right now I'm waiting for zucchini date nut loaves to finish baking...
oops!! just checked them and they're done! (recipe below)

 
 I began this poem yesterday before heading out to a
belated birthday tea with some friends I used to do childcare for...
inspiring this line; Thank God for little boys and girls; 
for cups of tea with cake-slice bliss...
(I intentionally didn't take my camera with me but thoroughly regretted it)
Enjoying leftovers today and treasuring the memories !



this was last weekend's slice of cake bliss 😋



To search for simple joys each day is like a lovely treasure hunt...

Like rooster at daybreak that crows to rally us with raucous noise...




Like bud that always without fail bears handiwork, second to none



Who can instill the seed with bread,...



Who but God can turn every head to marvel at His evidence...




To search for simple joys each day is like a lovely treasure hunt
To keep discouragement at bay and touch the hem of God’s garment
The weight of love’s workaday cares, or circumstance, heavy with ‘why’
Without the One who hears our prayers, would drain life’s cup of gladness dry
Thank-you dear Lord, for the sweet joy and peace that comes from trusting You
Content to know none can destroy Your promises, faithful and true

This world reels and groans with unknowns, yet overflows with simple joys
Like rooster at daybreak that crows to rally us with raucous noise
Like bud that always without fail bears handiwork, second to none
Like night as it grows pale and wears blue and blush scarf, then brooch of sun
And as daylight grows dim dusk splays a gold and coral masterpiece
As heaven’s declarations brim with praise for He who does not cease

Goodness and mercy’s glory-days are not reserved for Select Few
God loves to amaze us with ways that mere mortal cannot outdo
Who can instill the seed with bread, or offer death’s deliverance
Who but God can turn every head to marvel at His evidence
Who else can crown Bygone’s vast ‘Had’ with Holy Ground of a new day
For us to rejoice and be glad for simple joys along life’s way

Like fresh baked pies, cookies or tarts, like curious little girls and boys
Who find the soft spot in our hearts and tickle us with simple joys
Of innocence and grins and curls, dimples and freckled nose to kiss
Thank God for little boys and girls; for cups of tea with cake-slice bliss
For colour-kindled laundry lines and gardens bursting at sod-seams
For honey-suckle and grape vines, for happiness of hopes and dreams

Praise God from whom all blessings pour in mercies where sorrows run rife
While making us more thankful for the simple joys of love and life
Like strength to tackle to-do lists and pause to smell the posies too
Like lying beneath vistas of cumulus cloud and boundless blue
Like being humbly overcome with gratitude; joy’s sweetest sum
Evoked by things like clumsy bumblebees, covered in pollen crumbs

© Janet Martin

Like fresh baked pies,...


colour-kindled laundry lines 


and gardens bursting at sod-seams




For honey-suckle and grape vines,


and the recipe for;


Janet's Date-nut Zucchini Bread

3 eggs (room temp)
1 cup oil
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
11/2 tsp. vanilla
2 cups shredded zucchini
11/2 cups all purp. flour 
1/2 cup whole wheat flour
(OR 2 cups all purpose flour)
1/2 tsp. salt
1 teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 cup chopped nuts
1 cup chopped dates

Beat eggs then add sugars, oil and vanilla.
stir in zucchini
Sift and add dry ingred.
Do not overmix.
Last stri in nuts and dates.

Line 2 loaf pans with parchment paper
(or grease them but I find they get a bit dark on the bottom
 more easily without paper.)
Divide batter evenly
garnish with a few more nuts if you like
bake at 350F till firm to touch
(between 45-55 min.)

cool and enjoy.
These loaves freeze well which is why I usually make a double batch