Grand Victory

  PAD Challenge day 4 (two-for-Tuesday)

Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…

Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.

I guess we know

To begin again

Means simply to renew

With who we are

Right where we are

The best that we can do

To begin again

Is to remember

Lessons we have learned

Where we are wiser

Than we were

Through knowledge we have earned

An end, my friend

Is the beginning

Of what waits to be

And to begin again

Means winning

A grand victory

© Janet Martin

Autumnal Madrigal

Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere

The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here

Where earth is smitten with plush quietness

Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress

Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance

A madrigal of autumnal romance

Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal

Where Triumph’s surmount rolls shut like a scroll

Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips

Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips

Where there is nothing new under the sun

Yet every end is a new Thing begun

Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame

Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game

Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped

And tucked across a pale, subdued landscape

© Janet Martin


Then, just for fun I shuffled some lines:)

Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere

Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress

The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here

Where earth is smitten with plush quietness

Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance

Where Triumph's surmount rolls shut like a scroll

A madrigal of autumnal romance

Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal

Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips

Where there is nothing new under the sun

Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips

For every end is a new Thing begun

Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame

Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped

Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game

Plucked, tucked across a pale subdued landscape

© Janet Martin

 

...And Then It Fades Away

 I took these pics off the TV screen so they're not that good...I always feel incredibly happy for the winner of a competition and incredibly sympathetic to the disappointment of the 'almost winner'! Congratulations Bubba! and we will see you next year, Jordan. what a day at the MASTERS!

…and then it fades away

The screen of twilight dark and deep

Where both triumph and heart-break sleep

In Past’s Immortal Day

That pinnacle of bliss

Where grit and glory coalesce

Soon falls beneath the burnished tress

Of Bygone’s faded kiss

Life’s bitter loss and tear

As dreams die on hope’s gilded green

Amalgamates upon a screen

Of middle-night and yester-year

A blend of gold and gray;

On one hand joy, the other grief

A moment free-fall from Time’s sheaf

…and then it fades away

©Janet Martin

In an interview tonight they asked  Ted Scott, Bubba's caddy 'what next?' he replied  'its a little soon to think about that but he knows he's going to bed tonight to sleep and tomorrow morning we begin another day...' Isn't that what we all do? Triumph or disappointment, we go to bed and begin again in the morning!

Our Champions

Dara Howell wins gold! I love watching the Olympics...and hearing the stories that come with the athletes. As I listened to them asking Dara's mother how she felt through it all I realized every parent feels the same emotions as they watch their kids strive, stumble, succeed! Congratulations and all the best to each athlete in Sochi! 

Whether it’s the next triple flip, slalom,

Word, step or sum

We are there for them

Cheering them on

Weeping their disappointments,

Laughing with joy

At each new accomplishment

For every girl and boy

Is reaching for a pinnacle,

A goal, a prize

And they are all champions

In their parent's eyes

© Janet Martin

Because of Love...

Because of Love

We cannot heedless face the hour

Not bear its tireless guilt

But by its grace

We claim the power

Through Love on Calvary spilt

Because of Love

We dare not brash or reckless be

Nor disregard its worth  

For by its grace

We are set free

In Love’s divine re-birth

Because of Love

We bear the cross of life with hope

And not with loss

For by His grace

He helps us cope

His Love conquered the cross

© Janet Martin