Awesome Artist

He sweeps a dripping brush across the sky

Soundless, beyond the silhouette of trees

The artist spills celestial ecstasies

 Of pink and coral blush, translucent dye

Perplexities and pining ease their grip
 With gentle strokes in heaven-hallowed calm

He feather’s harsher edges with his palm

Beneath twilight’s tender companion-ship

In benediction of purple and blue
 The artist dips his brush into a wash

And flings into the hush a starry sash

Daubing the vivid sky-line from our view

Painter of heaven’s ceaseless canopy

Cool darkness snuffs the burnished tree-lined slope

The Artist fills the endless sky with hope

 In master-pieces of His majesty

...and in the tender twilight growing dim
The Artist reveals but whispers of Him

© Janet Martin

 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Psalms 19:1

(approx. an hour before the sun set I looked up to notice a strange rain-bow tinted blitz in the sky.)

 

Moody and Vexed

Twilight descends in layered blue

Quite befitting, I suppose

For it arouses thoughts of you

So far away and yet so close

In remnant wisps and twists perplexed

Tonight the sky is moody; vexed

Time is not tangible to grip

And yet I feel it amplify

That space beyond my fingertips

Broadening twixt you and I

In remnant wisps and twists perplexed

Tonight my heart is moody; vexed

The evening sky is sullen; still

In solemn robes of cobalt hue

It draws you close against my will

And I succumb to missing you

In remnant wisps and twists perplexed

The evening air is moody; vexed

© Janet Martin

The heavy quiet tonight feels like the evening is mourning
the swift passage of summer...
...and life

J~

I Won't Forget You  Jim Reeves

Happy Birthday, Dave

Tonight when you look up to the sky, bro

And think of the years that have flown

Will there be a tear in your eye, bro

As you ponder the course of the sun?

…and tonight when you hear twilight’s sonnet

Quiver in the deepening west

Will you pause to remember life’s losses

Or how you have been richly blessed?

Tonight when you gaze at the stars, bro

Will you feel infinitely small?

And wonder that He who paints skies, bro

Should be mindful of man at all?

Tonight when you contemplate time, bro

Where will your musing dwell?

For you’ve known some up-hill climbs, bro

Disappointment; you know it well…

…but life is a canvas of mystery, bro

And God is a faithful Friend

As this year slips into history, bro

Do you wonder what waits ‘round the bend?

And tonight when you look at the sky, bro

Recalling the years that have passed

Will the only thing you really know

Be this? Life goes by way too fast

© Janet Martin

Happy 47^th Birthday, Dave…from one sky-lover to another…Enjoy!

Here is a teeny glimpse of my sky-shot collection:)

This is the time-frame where I always think of mom and wonder how she did it! My brother Stuart turned 45 on May 28th, Dave turns 47 today, I turn 46 next week and the following week my sister (the oldest child in our family) turns 48...!!! and as you can see in the previous post, Mom is still going strong!...after raising 10 children...after the first four she had 3  girls and then 3 boys!!! I remember we begged her (as if she ordered us from a catalog or something, to PL-E-E-E-ASE have a set of twins to complete our family...didn't happen:)

Watching the Sky Go By...

They swell; vast, billowed vessels

In twenty shades of gray

Suspended, low and lumbering

Adrift on heaven’s bay

Above them azure nothingness

Extends to heaven’s door

I watch from earthen thresholds,

Just a speck upon its floor

The sassy breezes tumble, stumble

Laugh and sob and weep

Confused as I beneath a sky

Of dizzy, drifting deep

© Janet Martin

Sky-lover...

I long to reach out to touch you

Or at least, hear the beat of your heart

I do not know why I love you

We are heaven and earth apart

But you taunt me from low-flung lintels

A vast ever-changing sweep

And sometimes I wish I were able

To fly through your smile with a leap

You hover above me at present

Tucking this day to the past

A deepened blue, somnolent essence

Garnished with a star-studded cast

I remain your quiet admirer

You remain grandly unaware

As I fling unspoken desire

Into your infinite stare

© Janet Martin

Aren't You Glad?

…we have no more power over our own lives
Than we do in choosing the shade of the skies
Nor can we erase from salvation’s plan
The power of redemption for any man
Though we are masters of greed and spoil
Slaves to the curse of sweat and toil
We cannot touch the perfect sky
As we behold with awe-struck eye
His glory; but a tiny glimpse
Of what a-waits beyond earth’s brink
And aren’t you glad we cannot mar
The canvas graced by moon and star?
And there is none too lost or low
To be washed clean in Calvary’s flow
And that the the Keeper of our souls
Is in perfect, complete control
Aren't you glad?

Janet~

Here Am I

Maybe it’s just another sunrise
In a sense perhaps that’s what it is
Beautiful wakening of deep skies
But I believe it’s so much more than this
As the glory of a new day hails from high
I hear a mighty Voice say ‘here am I’

Here am I, the Father of compassion
Holding out my offering to you
As the Light rends the dark horizon
Piercing through the veil of somber hue
His power spreads across the morning sky
Flooding the universe, ‘Here am I’

Here am I, with perfect love unfailing
Here am I, the teacher of the sun
Here am I at the glorious unveiling
Of another day of grace for everyone
Look up, look up behold the glowing sky
And the Ruler of the morning, ‘here am I’

Here am I with mercy for a new day
Here am I, oh won’t you follow Me?
Here am I, the one and only true Way
Here am I, God of eternity
Won’t you trust the Painter of the sky?
Oh can’t You hear him saying, ‘here am I’?

Janet~

November Skies....

Beneath your drooping leaden eyes
The earth in gray surrender lies
Poised in cold expectancy
Knowing soon what is to be
The trickle of a frosty tear
Garnishes a fading year

The sapphire gaze of summer-past
Is dark and gray in eyes down-cast
The summer heart in empathy
Returns your sad melancholy
But oh, we know we will not cry
There’s beauty in this lullaby

A reckless wantonness ignites
Within your charcoal, smoldering sights
For what is to be must be….
You fling aside your misery
And shower on the earth below
Your tears in diamonds made of snow

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Janet Martin

We are ‘poised’ on the edge of a storm…….
The sky looks impatient……

Sun

Some people don't really like you………
I can’t understand why
I always feel lonely
As you slip from my sky
And melt in a puddle
On the horizon line
Sun, you’re a favorite
Friend of mine
You paint the sky
In azure blue
It is dull
Without you
A canvas of sorrow
Listless and gray
But today I see you
It’s a perfect day
As you smile on the grass
Where my children play

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Janet Martin

Today the sky is pure azure blue
It reminds me of Love
It reminds me of You<3

I looked up a few minutes ago
Into the bluest blue

There is no paint that can capture
This perfect shade….
Living proof
It’s heaven-made<3<3