Beauty's Boast-less Bounty

 Earth's sequined splendor stuns the beholder today! It is worth the drenching to 'taste and see...'

From the front-rows of creation

From the vaults of sky-sea-sod

Come and join the celebration

In the handiwork of God

From the friendships shaped in flowers

From the song of sea to sky

Come and witness bounty’s bowers

Spilling from a Hand on high

From the tongues of earth confessing

Beauty's boast-less testament

Come and count from founts of blessing

Miracles God's mercy lent

From the troubadours of nature

From the poets not of pen

Come, give due to the Creator

All the glory His, Amen

© Janet Martin

 
Working with extremely sporadic internet connection these days...sorry!

Time's Shortest Season

From Heaven’s dripping eaves the lawns and leaves and gardens drink

And buds, bound by God’s timing burst in floral purple-pink

I think that June must be a glimpse of what awaits beyond

This little dot of blue beneath a sweep of azure bond

Like love’s soft-metered serenade, breeze-notes waft on mid-day

And up among the leafy tress nature’s balladeers play

I think that June must surely be Time’s fairest madrigal

Where every flower is a maiden fit for earth’s fine ball

The tempest of tick-tock can turn the raven lock to gray

And strip the plume of bloom and June of green-enveloped day

I think that June must weep as moments seep from Here to There

Where all the while sweet summer’s child plucks flowers from her hair

Before the door to nevermore swings shut on soundless hinge

Before the ballroom floor of earth is decked with withered fringe

Come, meander the meadow bent with months leading to fall

For I think June must be Time's shortest season of them all

© Janet Martin

Thy Loving Care Doth Keep Us

 

Thy loving care doth keep us

then let us ne’er forget

Though our understanding weeps

That Thou art faithful yet

Thy loving care doth keep us

Within Thy perfect will

Though we cannot explain Thy way

Lord, Thou art faithful, still

© Janet Martin  

Behold, Now...

Before the After is the Now

What Awesome Import this

For we hold not the thing that was

Or will be but What Is

What Is, is Now, no more or less

Will ever bless our touch

If we bear this in mind we would

Not worry quite so much

Like transient gold the Now we hold

Dissolves but is restored

In breath-by-breath allotment from

None other than the Lord

© Janet Martin

Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation. 2 Cor.6:2

Little People...

(It is taking me a ridiculous amount of time to read Little Women but there are so many layers to Louisa May Alcott's writing so I meander rather than race through pages...)

According to the talkers of today we are deceived

Insisting God is not Supreme like forefathers believed

And that belief in Jesus is akin to fairy-tales

While morning pours from Outer Shores to More’s uplifted grails

According to the talkers we are wiser now than they

Who sought a Higher Power; they see no reason to pray

But scoff that holy sacrament and toss God to the street

While bud to bloom unfolds from ordained holds beneath our feet

According to the talkers we are shells without a soul

Then what is faith, hope, love and trust if death is living’s goal?

The intellect of godless fools like blind leading the blind

Insists there really are no rules for hapless humankind

According to the talkers we are gods, this world a throne

The kingdom-power-glory something everyone can own

And never mind the rhetoric of hell or heaven-joys

According to the talkers satisfied by word-wise noise

…while floodgates holding morning spill and fill night’s dark with light

To Existence, a mere coincidence of science; right?

While Reason seeds and feeds the needs from sustenance of sod

According to the talkers creed, today we don’t need God

© Janet Martin

A local council has opted for 'a moment of silence' rather than prayer at their council meetings...one speaker reported that he expected a far stronger opposition to the suggestion than they got, and 'it's really no big deal!'

 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.

But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.

After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

Jesus~ KJV