Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Friday, August 18, 2023

Especially Summer's Morning


I began this poem yesterday morning, a masterpiece of gold and jade.
Among other colors!




This morning's mercy-masterpiece is autumnal in its air...gusty, rainy and quite cool!



'beauty blooms midst brokenness...'

The roma tomatoes have been devastated by blight. I am so sad!
...and these are but tomatoes! 
Imagine how God's heart breaks as He looks
upon a heart, blighted with sin He longs to forgive,
 in a sinner He longs to redeem,
with a life He longs to transform!
 



While this morning feels fall-ish it is still August so let's celebrate its loveliness!!
Or, even better, the Giver of its loveliness!

Soft ushered through untrodden deeps, fresh from God’s faithful care
Daylight dissolves the dark and sweeps night’s shadows from the air
To beckon us to the threshold where summer morning streams
Like a gold welcome mat unrolled beneath our hopes and dreams

Wildflowers, tossed like colored stars bedazzle summer’s world
God’s smile unstoppers welkin jars, His paintbrush dipped, then twirled
Unfurling masterpieces where we’ve made an awful mess
His goodness never ceases; beauty blooms midst brokenness

His majesty adorning everything that He has made
Especially summer’s morning; like glimpses of Eden played
Like glints of paradise, to rouse a hymn of gratitude
To He who fills the earth and skies with kind mercy renewed

Then come, let us adore Him; He whose glory fills our gaze
Behold, who can ignore Him while creation shouts His praise
Behooving us to do the same where summer morning spills
Like a love song, from He whose Name, sweet joy and peace instills

© Janet Martin

Ps.100
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
2 Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
3 Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his[a];
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
5 For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Saturday, August 12, 2023

Simple Summer Saturday Morning Song...

 Happy Summer Saturday!

Summer-soft rustle in lofty leaf-tress...




Summer-soft rustle in lofty leaf-tress
Where breezes tousle, rousing happiness
Round sound of raindrop pitter-patter-plop
Bird-twitter-chatter, horse-clippety-clop
Tinkle of teacup and spoon as they meet
Ominous stumble/rumble of yon thunder-feet
Plush hush, morn lush with shower after shower
Click of keyboard unfolding poem-flower
Tick of the clock before workday implores
Scattering silence with Saturday chores
Clatter of dishes and splatter of mess
Sparkle of laughter, earthly heaven-ness
As Summer-Saturday spills its 'ahoy'
Beautiful bustle and hustle of joy

© Janet Martin

'Clatter of dishes' created some reunion food!

Potato Salad and

Queen Elizabeth Cake!

 

 Psalm 86:8-13

Among the gods there is none like you, Lord;
no deeds can compare with yours.
9 All the nations you have made
will come and worship before you, Lord;
they will bring glory to your name.
10 For you are great and do marvelous deeds;
you alone are God.
11 Teach me your way, Lord,
that I may rely on your faithfulness;
give me an undivided heart,
that I may fear your name.
12 I will praise you, Lord my God, with all my heart;
I will glorify your name forever.
13 For great is your love toward me;
you have delivered me from the depths,
from the realm of the dead.

Thursday, August 3, 2023

Of This...

 




If I should dare to wander where the feet of angels fear to tread
And yield to worlds that want unfurls with abandon inside my head
Then, linger where fools stand and stare at faded font of yesterday
Ah! I might miss the bloom of this before its petals drift away

If I with skilled desire should build a bridge that only thought can cross
And boldly woo a rendezvous with what will never be or was
Then vainly pause a bit because pleasure and pain must have its dance
Ah! I might miss the thrill of this, while lost in Fantasy’s romance

If I should long for some lost song because of how it made me feel
Ah! I might miss the hymn of This, where original anthems peal
To interweave with what I grieve bequeathed at birth to dusk-wreathed death
To softly kiss the joy of This as it unravels breath by breath

If I should scorn the brimming morn while hungering for what is not
And feast my eyes upon a prize contrived by idle hands of thought
Ah! I might waste the pleasing taste of sweet, sweet berries on my spoon
And I might miss the bliss of This; a glorious summer afternoon

© Janet Martin





Saturday, July 22, 2023

Morning Wonder-storm

A bitty dawn-ditty before a little blogging summer-break.
See you, Lord willing, in August🙏💝

Heb.13:5
Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have,
because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”








Dawn’s countryside is steeped in mist-kissed hues
The Unknown cradled in a cup of gold
The pressing presence of impending dues
Glitters where dew bedazzled worlds unfold
The gleaming gong upon earth’s eastward edge
Is drawn by a hand that eye cannot see
By He who keeps His unwavering pledge
‘Wherever you go, dear, there I will be’

© Janet Martin





Praise God from Whom all bounty flows...




Wednesday, September 21, 2022

The Way a Summer Disappears

 

Happy (Sad) Last Day of Summer
 (Insert brave smile😢)

(Ignore date on cover of slideshow of a very
lovely last day of summer!))





It is as old as smiles and tears
The way a summer disappears
The way a bud unfolds bloom-art
The way a baby steals a heart
The way the voyage of the sun
Knows when another day is done
The way dust settles and crowds fade
After the last inning is played
A flit of yellow butterfly
A bitty bee buzz-buzzing by
A silver diamond-sparkle splash
A bright pink popsicle mustache 
A wave washing the sandy beach
Corn on the cob, a dripping peach
A whisper of leaf-lullaby
A spark that spirals to the sky
A ripple on a turquoise lake
A candle on a birthday cake
A brown-eyed Susan fringed footpath
A grand illusion aftermath
A picnic lunch, a cup of tea
A swing ride high as high can be
A puddle spangled with raindrops
A muddle of mothers and tots
A meadow('s) lark, a cricket's trill
A golf ball rolling down the hill
A shadow-stippled, stubbled slope
A tug-of-war twixt hurt and hope
(And always, always, autumn wins)
Wheelbarrow heaped with squeals and grins
A dance in crocs, flipflops, bare feet
An echo-Rembrandt, bittersweet 
A task-drill run rife with Reward
A basket filled with 'thank-you Lord'
A canning pot, a kitchen, hot
Garden-fare rush, ready or not
A mellowing of green and gold
Of aches and pangs of growing old
As loss and love and longing brim
A dahlia-hallelujah hymn
A happiness that overflows
Like petals from a withered rose 
A boo-boo, blisters, band-aids, bugs
A hello kiss and goodbye hugs
A hard day’s work, a holiday
Is how a summer slips away

© Janet Martin





Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Signs of the Times (or signs of September)

Turning a blind eye to signs does not alter the truth!

Gen.9:13-17
And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me 
and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come:  
I have set my rainbow in the clouds, 
and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.  
Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, 
I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. 
Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life.  
Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it 
and remember the everlasting covenant between God 
and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”
So God said to Noah, “This is the sign of the covenant I have established 
between me and all life on the earth.”


2 Tim.3:1-5
But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days.  
People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, 
disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,  without love, 
unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good,
  treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 
 having a form of godliness but denying its power. 
Have nothing to do with such people.


When we see signs it alerts us to whatever the sign is drawing our attention to!
From streets to businesses to for sale signs to events etc.
From flashy billboards to modest handmade creations!
But one thing is imperative for a 'successful' sign. 
It must be easy to read!


Daybreak's sign is always easy to see...the fading dark!

...and for better or worse signs of summer fading are becoming more evident

Signs of September start to unsettle August’s veneer
An air of fond farewell drapes summer’s beaming belvedere
In hues of misty mint and blues begins the tug of war
That draws us to conclusions we can no longer ignore

Signs of August’s slipping foothold bids us to slow our feet
And linger in the plum and gold aura of Bittersweet
Awareness of what all too swift and surely will become
An echo-dazzled wonderland of summer’s soldered sum

While gardens groan with goodness, while man and earth sheds fair youth
Where ignorance and purposed blindness cannot alter truth
Where all around us signs of seasons spin and sweep and surge
A vexing kind of vortex as the past and future merge

Signs of September sparkle in the eye of Father Time
It kindles as it swindles, a nostalgic pantomime
Of June, July and August’s darling days that soon depart
Like a harvest of diamonds tucked somewhere deep in the heart

© Janet Martin

The signs of the times are blaring!
Are we paying attention?

Matthew 24 teaches us the signs to watch for as the day of
the return of Christ draws near

Matthew 24:9-13
Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death, 
and you will be hated by all nations because of me. 
 At that time many will turn away from the faith and will betray and hate each other,
 and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people. 
 Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold, 
 but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved. 
 And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world
 as a testimony to all nations, 
and then the end will come.



Johnny Cash
 


 

Matt.24:42-44
Watch therefore, for you do not know what [g]hour your Lord is coming. 
 But know this, that if the master of the house had known what [h]hour the thief would come,
 he would have watched and not allowed his house to be broken into. 
 Therefore you also be ready, 
for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.










Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Beauty Pageant

 Wishing you a wow-run-wild kind of day!

This time of years is a salad-lover's paradise!!








snaring buds as I snip off faded peonies...


Beauty burgeons, brims and billows
Glints and glimmers, sweeps and sighs
Beauty spills hills; plumped green pillows
Perched against cerulean skies

Beauty is sweet bliss unshaken
Beauty startles, stirs and awes
Beauty is the kiss that wakens
Worship’s wild, off-guard applause

Beauty bursts bud-vaults with flowers
Wonder loosens longing’s noose
Beauty decks and drips from arbors
Periwinkle and chartreuse

Beauty sprawls in shadow-steeples
Mapping out the march of time
Beauty falls in faded petals
From the frond that held its prime

Beauty ignores human nature
Often blind to God at large
Beauty does not force the creature
To enjoy the show, no charge

Beauty flutters, flits and flickers
Filling hearts with my-oh-my
Beauty warbles, wafts and whispers
Bitty bird and butterfly

Beauty bids bards brave the battle
That the font does not disclose
Beauty helps hope cope with trouble
The thorn tempered by the rose

Beauty murmurs and meanders
Like a brook snared by a pen
As the poet tames to paper
Beauty to relive again

© Janet Martin

I was reminded of this verse below because counting all that God does and creates 
cannot be contained in all the books and poems ever written!

John 21:25
Jesus did many other things as well. 
If every one of them were written down,
 I suppose that even the whole world would not have room 
for the books that would be written.

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

August; Summer's Magnum Opus (or Masterpiece of Happiness)


I snared the first eight lines before tots arrived then
throughout this morning the poem kind of composed itself.
Nap-time allowed me to tether it to page😀

Mist-mantled meadowland at morn...

Plush pastures brushed with blushing brume...




Where children barefoot and carefree
Run through the hearts of you and me




Little Girl; Janet, why do you walk everywhere?
Me, puzzled; Well, that's how I get to where I need to go. 
What should I do instead. Crawl?
Little Girl, laughing No!! Run! I run!
 😂😅
Yes! She does💕
 

Where butterfly cavorts with bee
While sipping purple nectar-tea 


Where sun climbs into big blue span
Then melts like butter in a pan


Where Baskets brim with task to do
Where harvest hymns ring with ‘thank You’


Like tot, learning to smell, not tug


Like pup waiting for treat or hug


(aw, I missed the shot with her nose in the air yipping her Best Beg, while
Little Girls munched fresh zucchini-nut muffins and pup wanted one too😋😂
She will not take her eyes off the muffins, because, you know, 
just in case they drop it, or a few crumbs at least!

Like zinnia, dahlia, marigold
Floral heirlooms from days of old 


August; summer’s magnum opus
To thrill forgetful folks…like us
Mist-mantled meadowland at morn
Regimental squadrons of corn
Plush pastures brushed with blushing brume
Lawns dazzled by a diamond-loom
Cricket-staccato’s unfazed lilt
Hexagon-halos of webbed gilt
Gardens; earth-granted paradise
Feasts, planted for our mouth and eyes
Where children barefoot and carefree
Run/dash through the hearts of you and me
Where butterfly cavorts with bee
While sipping purple-nectar tea
Where sun climbs into big blue span
Then melts like butter in a pan
Where Baskets brim with task to do
Where harvest hymns ring with ‘thank You’
Where souls flow over with glad laud
Where we glean gifts bestowed by God
And pause to drink earth’s Beauty in
Like peach-juice, dripping down our chin
With joys running too rife to count
Like hummingbird at lily-fount
Like zinnia, dahlia, marigold
Floral heirlooms from days of old 
Like tot, learning to smell, not tug
Like pup, waiting for treat or hug
Like laughter; sparkling on the breeze
Like silver wind chime-melodies
Like Echoes of The Artist's 'Yes'
As Masterpiece of Happiness
Unfolds. Before bloom's exodus
August; summer's magnum opus

© Janet Martin