Prelude to the Fulfilled Promise

Rom.1:20

For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--

his eternal power and divine nature--

have been clearly seen, 

being understood from what has been made, 

so that people are without excuse.

Dusk was a divine blend of mauve, pink and blue...

He flings fragments of grandeur to the frames of earth and sky 

And draws from worship’s wonder the pure homage of ‘oh my’ 

Oh so much that we wished for disappears as we behold 

The beauty from a Troubadour whose art never grows old 

He exceeds expectation without stipulation’s fence 

The Author of elation showcases His evidence 

And extends with His handiwork on sky and land and sea 

An open invitation to Creation’s Gallery 

Ah, who could afford the price of a daily ‘looking fee’ 

If God would change his mind and not awe humankind for free 

If we needed a ticket to see clouds or sun-moon-stars 

Or to feast eyes on the Beauty of earth’s four-season bars 

He manifests his qualities, eternal and divine 

In the wondrous intricacies of Creation’s design 

So that we are without excuse in recognizing He 

Who spills His transcendental proof on sky and land and sea 

We are treated to glimpses of God’s Supreme Majesty 

Ere Heaven stuns the faithful ones with promised wait-and-see 

He tells us these are but the outer fringes of His ways 

The faintest whispers sparking the prelude to endless praise 

© Janet Martin 

Like A Wave on The Sea...

Sometimes while supper is cooking I like to take a quick hike across the fields...

It always yields something to be awed about and makes one forget, 

for a bit, the things we could fret about!  

Surging toward us like waves of the sea

All the tomorrows still waiting to be

Who knows what laughter and heartache they hold

Sweeping the shoreline with turquoise and gold

Darling, the morrow that yesterday etched

Stencils blue shadows like art, pencil-sketched

Almost the moments that it had withheld

Have drained into the place where all days meld

Beauty is timeless as He who designs

Wonders too countless to rein into lines

Free-for-all fortune that no one can buy

Small as a sparkle and big as the sky

Sometimes the future feels like a grand wave

Rolling toward us with forces to brave

But as it sweeps across shorelines gold-gray

It never exceeds the scope of Today

Time always leaves yesterday in the dust

It never insist on tomorrow’s must

Who knows what waits where the season-bells chime

But this; we face it one day at a time

© Janet Martin

Sheer Perfection

The sun as it set seemed to cast the ice-coated trees in coral glaze...
Stunning!

Oh, that lovely, lonely feeling of the twilight slowly stealing

From earth’s coral-coloured ceiling to its shadow-stippled text

Oh, the beauty of the ages when the weight of whispers wages

Wars with nature’s seasoned pages moving from one to the next

Oh, the tender, somber splendor as today’s constant contender

Fills far, endless deeps with grandeur too divine for pen to spell

Where the Lender stuns the spender of the moments that meander

From the height of ‘love-me-tender’ to the depths of ‘fare-thee-well’

Oh the sweet and soulful yearning as the toll of no returning

Keens the whole of love and learning with a hymn of dimming day

Waking a surge of emotion like the breaking of the ocean

Waves on rock-juts of devotion tested by a westward sway

Oh the blushing, rushing wonder roused by silence that can thunder

As Intention’s Pirates plunder ships lost on a dusk-tossed sea

Where gentle ripples of laughter from a firmament-al rafter

Fills the ever-ever-after with a perfect memory

© Janet Martin

Last night and tonight's dusk called for a poem-serenade...

Tonight I was out on my skis waiting  with bold expectation
for more of what last night treated us with
but a broad band of brumal cloud
snuffed the sun
just as it began to
stun!

...it was still pretty, just not pink!

Nightfall...

 

Mellow mantle melts across the frosted, fallow countryside

Twilight tweaks the cheeks of heavens; rosy like a blushing bride

Loveliness dissolves desire in the duskiness of day

Earth is like an ancient lyre that the wings of angels play

Nightfall tips the flask that drips with task that slips into adieu

Vexing visage with the velvet vintage of soft pink and blue

Tucking, like a clucking mother hen, earth’s brumal brood beneath

Winter’s outspread wing while winnowing the world of hill and heath

Nature nods, applauds the Artist that can steal the heart away

Farewell unfolds pinpoint sparkles on the arc of darkened day

Night descends, like a black stallion motionless upon a beach

While the moon like a medallion dangles just beyond our reach

© Janet Martin

Wonder's Winter-night Waltz

Now broods above the wooded lea

A soft, star-spangled lullaby

The lyricist of wind and tree

Tugs at the timbre of the sky

The land is carved twixt scarves of sea

And set between its solemn surge

To stun us with a melody

That turns from jubilee to dirge

The countryside is still as death

Beneath the pallor of the snow

The sound of silence steals our breath

As round and round and round we go

© Janet Martin