Friday, June 15, 2012

Mother to Mother




Tis a universal bond
We share with each other
A non-scripted empathy
Mother to mother

This bond is tempered
With blood, prayer and tears
It threads across oceans
And borders and years

It clutches our pulses
We know each other
Through the beautiful angst
Of being a mother

Mutual devotion
Bent on love’s greater good
As we share the bond
Of motherhood

Tis a common bond
We understand each other
In a universal kinship
Mother to mother

© Janet Martin

To June




You,
of seamless azure awning
and clover-dappled field
Of wild-flower spawning
in copious yield
You,
of ravishing verdance
in opulent jade
sprawled on a landscape
of sunlight and shade

You,
who rolls out summer’s carpet
in splendor supreme
and ten-thousand textures
And palettes of green
You,
Stage to the a capella
mourning dove minuet
Maestro to the sparrow
and meadow-lark duet

You,
of strawberry indulgence
and bronze, barefoot bliss
Of back-wood rendezvous
and lingering kiss
You,
who flings open
the coveted door
to earth’s glorious garden  
and summer-sweet shore
...we love you

© Janet Martin



Labor-pains




When they tell us it’s over
It’s a girl; it’s a boy
We are about to discover
As virgin joy
Washes our faces
Our new daughter or son
That it will never be over
It has just begun

The labor of love
The ebb and flow
Of white-knuckle clinging
And letting go
Is a sacred experience
Simple word cannot grasp
We teach them to fly
While we cradle and clasp

I close my eyes now
As I strain to recall
The curve of your face
When you were so small
And all those thought pictures
I sealed in my heart
Have somehow grown blurry
In love’s ceaseless art

I trace you again; hungrily
Time is a foe
Pulling you from me
But I’ll never let go
For holding is not
A physical grip
I hold you even
As from my arms you slip

The call of life
Is like no other
It tugs love’s off-spring
From the arms of a mother
And this is the way
It surely must be
We cannot remain
On our mother’s knee

Yes, when they tell us it’s over
Childbirth’s groaning and pain
We are about to discover
It never will be again
For this travail of agony
And heart-wrenching bliss
Is a life-long embrace
Of love’s farewell kiss

© Janet Martin




Thursday, June 14, 2012

Elusive Attribute


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If we try to possess it
It is instantly gone
This special attribute
God’s grace shines upon

Those who achieve it
Kindly, gently show it
But the reason they have it
Is because they do not know it

Most beautiful, are they
Of all humanity
Because God’s grace shines upon
Humility

© Janet Martin


But he gives more grace. Therefore he says, God resists the proud, but gives grace unto the humble. James 4:6

Thursday Thoughts on Prayer


Through valleys
Over mountains
And oceans of air
I reach out
To touch you
With my prayer


Wherever you go
My dear daughter and son
I want you to know
You can never outrun
My prayers for you~

Chase your dream
If you must
Place your will
And your trust
In a prayer

My thoughts keep returning to you today
So I fold you against my heart and I pray

A prayer is more than wishful thinking
More than a fretting tear
A prayer is the stair to the doorway of heaven
Straight to our Father’s ear

These are not just words I say
When I lift my thoughts and pray
These are petitions of trust
Rising from a shell of dust
But in this shell He placed His worth
When I received my second birth

Boldly yet humbly we commune
With He who graces earth with June

How fearful would be
This thing called Day
If God did not hear
Us when we pray

There is no such thing
if we earnestly groan
as a prayer too unworthy
to touch His throne

Yes, no, wait
God’s answers to prayer
Are never late

J~

If you read this...I prayed for you today.

Often I whisper a prayer for you
-those who pause here; and I pray
that whoever and wherever
in life you may be
that God will bless you today

 God bless~

 You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you: because he trusts in you. Isa. 26:3


Life's Journey Sonnets




When failure grips the hearts ragged edges
When murderous words have mangled their mark
When grievance builds adamantine hedges
And snuffs from life’s glimmer its lusty spark
When sorrow, heartbreak, and disappointment
Plague with discouragement each in-drawn breath
When temptation threatens discontentment
And we grow weary to the point of death
Still, there is simply one thing we can do
Trust God, step by step to carry us through

***

It is not ours to give up and quit
Life’s moments come from God’s grace, not from man
We cannot escape what He has deemed fit
Nor can a man reconstruct Master-plans
But it is ours to forgive and forget
Though oft yet we err and stumble and fall
Wisdom is gleaned from the hand of regret
Grace without patience is no grace at all
It is God who gives and who takes away
It is ours to live, love, to watch and pray

***

When heart-linings bleed with love’s agony
When distance is mapped by unspoken thought
When faith is the mile that we cannot see
As all the things hoped for seem endlessly sought
Still, even then we cannot lay it down
This weight that besets us with torment and grief
Tis he who endures that will win the crown
And so we cry, ‘God, help my unbelief’
This is life’s journey, to be strong in the Lord
Rich is the inheritance of reward

 © Janet Martin

 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 2 Tim. 2:3 KJV

It was so much fun to watch the Stanley Cup celebration's and rejoice with them after all the hard work, set-backs, etc.

It makes me think of life...to win we cannot quit.


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Permanent Luggage


When children leave home
They leave most of their 'stuff' behind
But what they carry with them
They carry in their mind

And no matter where life takes them
Or where on earth they roam
The luggage they will carry
Are their memories of home

Janet~

Memories...luggage we cannot easily discard.
Make today a good one.
J~

The Journey of a Moment





From moments
to memories...
God, remind us of this
so it will be a pleasure
to reminisce

From moments
to memories
God, open our eyes
to the value of moments
so we may be wise

From moments
to memories
Both joy and regret
God help us remember
But teach us to forget...

Janet Martin~

If we refuse to redeem time wisely
It is possible
for breadth of thistledown
to crush us...


Memories




They adorn phantom stages
They breathe on night’s breeze
Turning invisible pages
Into memories
 
As we weep on a coffin
I thank God for these
For they comfort us often
They are memories

Parting can be heart-rending
But through grief’s agonies
We have the tender blessing
Of memories

Now we hold a moment
How precious are these
Seeds; for they grow into
Memories


© Janet Martin

Let's make today
a good memory!

Counting Lessons



We could count our sorrows
But tell me, what would we gain?
For the blessing of tomorrow
Often sprouts within the rain

So we should count our blessings
For we cannot really know
The depth of their conception
Or the Stream from whence they flow

© Janet Martin

The sun smiles in puddle-mirrors


After a Rainy Night in June...




The woods, veiled  in the distance
Crowns the border of the land
The earth; refreshed and glistening
‘Neath the Giver’s gracious hand
Where pastures, parched and pleading
Longed for nectar, pure, divine
Emerald fields ripple with promise
Replenished by heaven’s wine

The heart, veiled with the body
And the body, fresh from sleep
Have relinquished yester’ sorrow
For it is not ours to keep
But the hour pleads with Promise
And we dare not dance in vain
So we drink the Spirit’s nectar
Replenished by holy rain

The border of the hour
Is a phantom consciousness
Yet we recognize the Power
Whereby it is lent to us
The known, veiled in the distance
By a mist of vast unknown
Draws our hearts from fear’s resistance
To the footstool of His throne

© Janet Martin

His Word to the believer
Is what rain is to the earth

This is the day the Lord has made,
Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps. 118:24