That Which We Have...

 When I'm holding this 6-day old lad I wish for nothing more:)

Often, though glad with what we have

We might still pause to wish a bit

And then forget that which we have

And thus neglect to cherish it

Time’s hand fills both cradle and grave

Now is the slave to memory

Lord, remind us that which we have

Will soon fade to what used to be

© Janet Martin

In Spite of What We Wish We Had...

In spite of what we lack or wish

With all our heart and soul we had

We do not have the right to dish

Words to make fellow-travelers sad

 How quick the spit of spite set free

Can wound the spirit like a dart

Lodged deeply where eye cannot see

The thoughtlessness on our part

The heart for all its hidden pleas

That God alone bears witness to

Is ever better when our knees

And not our tongues, suffer its rue

© Janet Martin

 
…Look at the ships also, though they are so great and are driven by strong winds, are still directed by a very small rudder wherever the inclination of the pilot desires. So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things. See how great a forest is set aflame by such a small fire! And the tongue is a fire, the very world of iniquity; the tongue is set among our members as that which defiles the entire body, and sets on fire the course of our life, and is set on fire by hell.…

James 3:4-6

I Wish For You a Happy...

 Wishing you and yours a Blessed Christmas!
Come, let us adore Him... 

I wish for you a happy day; a happy family

A happy bit-to-sit and have a happy pot of tea

I wish for you a Happy while you hum about your chores

A happy Hope, a happy home where happy loving pours

I wish for you a happy heart; with happy dreams and such

A way to find the Happy as it slips through taste and touch

A happy little cookie with a happy cup of cheer

And a happy-happy-happy because our loved ones are near

I wish for you a happy shelter out of wind and cold

A happy friend, a happy hug and happy hand to hold

A Happy place to share a happy Almost-Memory

A happy pray-God-bless-and-keep, no matter what will be

I wish for you a sky-wide Happy; happy songs and smiles

Happy laughter, happy lighter loads on happy second miles

I wish for you a happy little corner of the earth

For a happy celebration of our Lord and Savior’s birth

© Janet Martin

Luke 2:9-11
 And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.…

  

Come on, Ring those bells!

Someday...Summer

 Watching this mega snow-blower thinking; Dear Summer...

Someday you’ll tumble through wide-open windows

Filling our laughter with sparkle and sun

Spilling your pink petal-mirth on the meadows

Where now a sonnet of snowflake is spun

Someday the highway will wind like a ribbon

…ebony shimmer of dreams to the sky

Come, gentle wind, won’t you hearken our bidding?

Lavish the air with a warm lullaby

Someday the front porch will wear kool-aid kisses

Now it is frozen in winter respite

While we dream of things the summer-heart misses

Lost in an ocean of white over white

Someday we’ll fling back these cold, frozen sashes

Thrill to the trill of your long-waited charms

While reveling in golden warmth as it splashes

Over the windowsill into our arms

© Janet Martin

Simple Wishes...in the Middle of Winter

…to sit upon a sun-beamed hill

And never need to move until

My cup of tea needs a re-fill

…to watch Old Winter’s bully breed

Drip, drip until spring’s sanguine seed

From Mother Earth’s dark womb is freed

…to use forgotten words like ‘spade’

And ‘gardening’ and ‘lemonade’

And ‘30 Celsius in shade’

…to hear the flap of flip-flop feet

To see noon ripple in the heat

Beneath calm, cumulus cloud-fleet

…or, just to sit upon May's hill

And listen to the lauding trill

Of morning-dove and daffodil

© Janet Martin

Fresh February Wishes

Ah, fill my cup with summer’s gold

These lips are numb from drinking cold

And let the blue unmingled be

With naught but sun-diamonds on sea

Then let this winter-land delight

To be shaken from robes of white

I yearn to join the eager child

Splashing through green with wonder wild

Glad, unencumbered, let it be

As river-madrigal runs free

Breathe soft into the sleeping dell

Tickle the ice-encased blue-bell

Ah, transform slope to sterling show  

Sweet sunshine, warm away our woe

And if it’s not too much to ask

Please, put some petals in your flask

Unfold upon the cheerless sky

Lilting of lark and butterfly

Stir within earth’s love-laden womb

Every bud waiting there to bloom

…and fill uplifted cups with gold

Long, long we’ve drunk these draughts of cold

Then end our season-suffering

Let every chalice brim with spring

© Janet Martin

I didn’t get any response from the sky so far; only the wind puffing snow-swirls ‘cross the field, so I pour a cup of ‘fresh’ mint tea with leaves we harvested last summer.

Wasted Wishing...

Don’t leave me yet, though night-ness shades the street

Where a short while ago dawn teased to gray

Hope’s un-chanced moments of faith without feet

Now we have worn them; its dance bitter-sweet

...too much I cherish of this little day

Why are you eager to vanish away?

Don’t leave me lonely; this fire is for two

Time enough darling, to sip midnight's sky

Dancing with memories tomorrow will do

I am not ready to relinquish you

Exchanging touch for an echo or sigh

Trading the gild of your grin for good-bye

Don’t leave me winter-cold here at the door

Vexing my wishes with your fading light

Time enough darling, for past’s never-more

‘After’ is longer, it seems, than ‘before’

And we grow older with each farewell flight

Kiss me, but oh, do not kiss me goodnight

© Janet Martin~

This was one of those days I simply don’t want to end…Yes, because we were all home with nowhere to go. Storm-stayed Luxury.

( ...and yes, Green Gables and Gilbert and Anne find their way to our house every winter:)

Love-wish

 I would love

To learn to love you

The way you

Would love

To be loved

© Janet Martin