Thursday, March 29, 2012

Swiftly, Silently


 
The rush of the seasons
Makes nary a sound
Yet, suddenly spring is upon us
Be careful. Lest slowly you turn around
To see autumn’s sweeping chorus

A gathering of bread,
A labor of spoil
The swift, silent night of slumber
Live well thy moment
Of pleasure and toil
for each of man’s days has a number


Janet~
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalms 90:12http://bible.cc/psalms/90-12.htm

Long After...


This…
Would be nothing more
Than cold, clinking silver and china
But the anticipation
Of what lays in store
I can think of nothing finer
Than the gathering
Of family,
A circle of friends
Sharing the food and the laughter
For even though
All special times must end
The memories still cheer us
Long after

Janet

My mother and sisters are coming to lunch!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Moment-streams





Beneath the umbrella
Of sunlight or star
Of noon, mellow yellow
Or moon, faint and far
The moment-streams trickle
Across centuries
And what we put in them
Are Time’s legacies

Beneath azure canopy
Or midnight’s sweet dream
Rivers of primrose
And anemone gleam
Only to wither
As all nature must
Back to its birthplace
In cradles of dust

Beneath tumbled portals
Of cloud-schooner fleet
Is the journey of mortals
And the moments we meet
Above this umbrella
Of undefined scope
Is the end or all moments
…and man’s living Hope

© Janet Martin

Taking Chances


A heart, a heart
Such a fragile thing
A risk to give away
And yet we share
It bit by bit
In pieces,
Every day

A heart, a heart
Such a tender thing
Once broken,
Never quite the same
But we cannot love
And keep hearts intact
So we love
And love again

A heart, a heart
Such a treasure-chest
And oh,
What riches it holds
The memory of whispers
And smiles; a kiss
More priceless
Than rivers of gold

A heart, a heart
It comes apart
But oh,
Time heals again
So live and laugh
And love
…and lose
We never love in vain

J~

Of Deathly Silences


If we flung down our pens
Would anyone care
If beckoning whispers
Remained a-drift on the air?
Would it be missed
Those words never penned?
Would the wind be content
To be nothing but wind?
No low-flung melody,
Or cantankerous tone
No moody company
When we are alone
And all of the music
Which poets have sought
Would simply remain
In a casket of thought
If we flung down our pens
Would anyone care?
As agony drifts
On the tear-spangled air
And all of our want
And all of our need
Would endlessly taunt
And never would bleed
From hearts to fingers-tips
And from finger to page
From page to soft lips
on a distant stage
But the air would remain
A tightly-sealed hold
Of deathly silences
Hungry and cold

© Janet Martin

I just finished reading mike's interview on Poetic Bloomings,
and Laurie's interview on Poet's United,
 and it struck me how poet's and poetry
 are so vastly different yet hold a kindred distinction!


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Poem-lets on The Unknown...



Image source:  longpauses.com

We cannot see the Unknown
It looms, dark and large
But we are not alone
And God is in charge

 ***
What lies ahead?
We cannot tell
But with God at the lead
It will be well

***

The unknown persists
An unyielding sky
But mankind exists
Beneath God's watchful eye

***

My faith is scarce
Half a mustard seed
But God knows and cares
For every need

***

The Unknown presides
But one thing I know
God’s Presence abides
Wherever I go

© Janet Martin

Psalms 139
4 Before a word is on my tongue
   you, LORD, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
   and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
   too lofty for me to attain...

 23 Search me, God, and know my heart;
   test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
   and lead me in the way everlasting.



Time's Minuet


 Image Source: minuetcompany.org

Boccherini - Minuet

 Click on above link with wheel of your mouse)

 The hemlock and pine strum the sky as a lyre
On darkness encroaching dusk’s vulnerable air
Over the land dips a somnolent brush
Another day slips from earth’s slate in night’s hush
As skylines dissolve in the mouth of the sky
And wind-songs evolve to a slow lullaby
Whilst over Time’s silvery edges I hear
The whisper of moments as they disappear

Midnight’s troubadour moans, on transient bend
In amalgamation of beginning and end
As tomorrow becomes what yesterday was
And present succumbs to past’s deepening pause
While oceans of living and loving and lust
Pour into eons of ashes and dust
And still ever hastening days become years
As moment on moment a life disappears

Where is the piper; the sound of the flute?
Strike now the timbrel, ere laughing turns mute
Dance as the violin’s quivering lay
Pines on the moments yet slipping away
See how the Maestro directs this grand choir?
Of moments and memories, dreams and desire
Fleet foot of passion and prayer pirouette
Over the garden to Time’s minuet

© Janet Martin

Happy Birthday Lucy...may you enjoy life's dance!

Monday, March 26, 2012

Earth's Treasure-chest

The pearl of noon’s raindrop bedazzling the grass
The diamond of dew on frothed meadows of glass
A halo of gold in dawn’s warm, gleaming crown
Soft amethyst fold in still evening’s night-gown
The silver of mist as it drapes on earth’s slope
The sapphire bliss of July’s calliope
The jade and the onyx of fir tree and pine
The ruby that spills from the bud on the vine
The garnet of lips, kissing and smiling
The moonstone of cloud-ships and lilies beguiling
The opal of rainbow, the topaz of your gaze
The emerald flow of  fresh, summer-sweet days...
...I may be a beggar, yet rich as a king
As I behold treasures of nature's fair things

© Janet Martin

Compromises

There will be…
A sharp, dry 'sense'
Lodged in my throat
and eyes...
...Nothing new
Yet still intense
Love’s pleading compromise

 And there will be
Soft whispered prayers
As I reach to the moon
Amidst the flow
Of thought and tears
And parting
Way too soon

…and there will be
Forevermore
The ‘what if’s’ and the ‘why’s
Within my soul
The ocean’s roar
Within my ear
Your sighs

Oh, there will be
Until we meet
A cruel and kind delight
To know love’s memory
Bittersweet
Sleeps with me every night

J~
 

Shadows on a Wall...attempt #2

Poetic Bloomings Picture Prompt

Darling,
It isn't so much
 the 'not dancing'
that hurts,
but the parting of ways

Darling,
it isn't the silence
that drives me mad
It's the echo
of lost yesterdays

J~

While They Debate...


Impatience tells me I can’t wait
And Patience says I must
So while they argue and debate
…all I can do is trust

J~

Sonnet of Wonderment



When I consider the work of Thy hands
The planets in flawless precision laid
The order of seasons startling earth's sands
The force of oceans at shorelines contained…
When I consider the scope of Thy plan
How Thought void of Time placed existence therein
And how it encompassed the falling of man
With One all-supreme sacrifice for sin
I cease my babble; for I cannot grasp
Even a shadow of fullness so vast

When I consider the gift of Thy Son
The crown of vile thorns on Love’s sacred brow
How rivers of mercy and redemption run
As cries of doom ‘neath deliverance bow
To speak my amazement, I am at loss
As I contemplate my pardon, blood-bought
For when I consider man’s hope at the cross
Only grateful tears can utter my thought
What is man, this sinful creature of dust?
That Heaven’s perfect Lamb should die for us?

When I think of boundless eternity
How time-yoked minds cannot fathom its breadth
And then I compare infinity
To God’s grace and compassion beyond height or depth
I cry, oh my God, where can I begin
To comprehend a perfect Love so deep?
I hear a Voice whispering from within
Do you love me? Then will you feed my sheep?
I think of how one drop of His blood sets us free
And cry, yes my Lord be it unto me'

© Janet Martin

 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” 
With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.John 19:30





The Sum of it All


Poetic Bloomings Picture Prompt: shadows Dancing on a Wall

Somehow we knew
Even as we held each other
And danced that final dance
That it was good-bye
Forever
Even as life insisted on broadening
The past
And even as hope persisted
In holding its memory fast
We knew the sum of it all
and the best we can recall
are two
vague
youthful
shadows
dancing on a wall

J~

 

I Am Strong...

I’m not that strong
The road ahead
Is fraught with the unknown
It seeks to twist
My mind with dread
And turn my joy to stone

I’m not that strong
I cannot hold
The weight of sinful seed
Or with my shallow
will unfold
the strength and hope I need

I’m not that strong
But there is One
Who takes my fumbling thought
And reminds me
that He is strong
even when I’m not

© Janet Martin

…and He said unto me;
My grace is sufficient for thee;
My strength is made perfect in weakness.



Sunday, March 25, 2012

Touching You~

I touch you with words
They are all that I have
For you are too far from me
Words in my thought
Words in my prayer
And words in my memory

I touch you with words
reluctant compromise
But oh, what a solace they bring
Words in a sonnet
Words in a poem
Echo of words...whispering

Janet Martin

Sonnet of Vexation...Sunday Whirl

Thought sweeps over me that I cannot bear
Grief’s alchemist sports a merciless craft
as supple portions of angst and despair
overtake tender joy where we loved and laughed
Its acumen probes with acid reproof
Bitter tears; the juices of deep regret
My sprinkled conscience is standing aloof
I cannot gauge twist my heart and my head
what leads to goodness or to plundered spoil
for your words are sweet as honey and oil

J~


Saturday, March 24, 2012

Why Rolling-pins?

(this photo contains my smallest rolling pin and a few that I wish could talk;)

Why rolling pins?
They ask me,
intrigued as they count all 120 plus...
I smile and tell them
Well, because someday someone will ask
'Remember so-and-so's mom?'
and you will say 'no'
but then they will say,
'you know, the lady with all the rolling pins?'
and then you will laugh and say
oh! yes, I do!'

Why rolling pins?
I'm not sure,
 but there's something
solid and simple about them,
like me,
my values...
I like the images they conjure,
comfort,
fresh pie
hungry, eager children.
I look at the old battered one
and wish it could talk.
Did a loving young man carve it for his bride?
Did it ride a covered wagon
fiord streams,
finally to end up
in their first home in Canada?
Did it quietly perform,
helping a weary housewife rid herself of frustrations
she would never speak?
Did it get wielded overhead
as erring children fled,
or the dog with his nose in the stew?

I like the feel of a rolling pin in my hand.
Wooden dependability and
calming, in its back and forth motion
as I roll the pastry,
cookies,
humming,
thinking,
praying.

 Janet~

...and Laurie K.
on my other rolling pin post you asked if this means I like to bake...
I do:)
on some days:)

Closer

Image Source: caloniedoesart.wordpress.com

 
My pulse quickens
Adrenaline rush
Gathers my thought
In a sudden hush
As a ladder of moments
Stretched to the blue
Is leading me ever
Closer to You

J~

Friday, March 23, 2012

Acknowledgments... linked to Skywatch Friday

linked to Skywatch Friday
The wind bends the air in mutinous growls
Pushing the sparrow back into its nest
Yesterday’s sunshine is swallowed by scowls
Muttered from thunder-clouds low on the west

The slack grin of leisure has furrowed its brow
Purpose of plundering rides on the gale
As shutters flung open are bolted now
Respectful of nature’s preeminent wail

Elements rumble beyond man’s control
Over the delicate measure of thought
Fully aware of the vulnerable whole
In every achievement that human has wrought

Fragments of wistfulness cling to the arm
That gives and takes in a flash on the sod
As nature unleashes its wrath in a storm
Mankind acknowledges his dependence on God

© Janet Martin


Thursday, March 22, 2012

Oh, Won't That Be Something...

What A Day that Will Be

Oh, won’t that be something when He plucks the veil
From our haggard earth-dimmed view
When visions of sickness and sorrow grow pale
In Heaven’s immortal hue
Oh, won’t that be something when we touch our feet
Not on this world’s broken sod
But skimming the surface of golden streets
Into the arms of God?

Oh, won’t that be something when we fly beyond
The sunset that borders the west
And all of our weeping and groaning is gone
In that promised land of rest
Oh, won’t that be something when we lay aside
This mortal body of dust
As we look to see gleaming gates swinging wide
Where treasure will never rust

Oh, won’t that be something when He takes our hand
Though wretched and poor it may be
When we hear the words, ‘good and faithful servant
I have a mansion for thee’
Oh, won’t that be something when we fall before
The throne of the heavenly King
And we praise our Savior forevermore
As ageless eternities wing

© Janet Martin

All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away.
John 6:37

In the birthday poem below Mary left a comment that really got me thinking...

Secrets

They say the sun can’t talk at all
But oh, today I heard her call
From oceans of cerulean sky
She cajoled me with her eye
Right through the window to my chore
Until; she drew me through the door
And led me over emerald scape
We danced, I lay against the cape
She spread across the fragrant earth
I drank the sun-warmed wine of mirth
As purple-petal meditation
Lent a sweet intoxication
In the arms of new-born flowers
Who dares tally pithy hours?
For I must see the wee bud wake
Nudging its shell until it breaks
And I must see the leaf begin
A tiny flower on a limb
And I must hear the trill of lark
I cannot wait until its dark
For then the sun has slipped away
And I would miss what she would say
…they say the sun can’t talk at all
But I know I heard her call
What she said I'll never tell
He only hears, who listens well

© Janet Martin

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!


 


Birthday Poem

A birthday is a precious gift
It comes from up above
As God continues to grant life
In faithfulness and love

A birthday is a gracious gift
To which naught can compare
We lift our hope and praise to Him
And trust His tender care

A birthday is a joyous gift
Of God’s goodness and grace
Each one a stepping-stone toward
Our final resting-place

A birthday is a treasured gift
That only God delivers
We lift our hearts as we receive
And humbly thank the Giver

© Janet Martin

Man's days are determined; 
you have decreed the number of his months 
and have set limits he cannot exceed. Job 14:5

My Strength

My weaknesses would fill the sky
My strength is one small word
Though weaknesses may multiply
My strength is in the Lord

© Janet Martin

 The LORD is my strength and my shield; 
my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. 
My heart leaps for joy 
and I will give thanks to him in song. Psalm 28:7

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Inexorable Lullaby

The Colors of Claude Monet - By Licht courtesy pixdaus.com


It slithers from the willow limb
Entwined in lambent sigh
Of hollow midnight diadem
And rending lullaby
It runs its restless fingers
Over longing and delight
Stirring memories that linger
Deep into the quiet night
It ravages intention
And distorts visceral thought
In reckless intervention
Summarizing what is not
Yet, the clock broadens 'forever'
In a phantom hour glass
And the waves release their candor
As the ceaseless ages pass
While the hollow of the midnight
Seems to touch the very core
Of a melody of moments
That can never drift  a-shore

J~

Purple (Teddy) is Found!

 ( I peeked into her room before coming in to do the 'tuck in' and found a picture of contentment:)

Remember this? Lost Teddy


Tonight she will sleep like the mother
who sleeps
without an ear tuned
for the sound of a door
or a step
Tonight she will sleep
a slumber
rich and deep
All the children are home
tucked safely in bed

Janet

Yes, mother found it so Mother got the reward!
...Four chocolate-covered almonds and three dimes:)
The reward was sealed in an envelope the day the posters went up
so the almonds were a little....chewy;)

Oh! Where was it ? In a bag of Anne Geddes dolls stored in my closet,
which I found while spring cleaning today!
The Anne Geddes dolls come out for a special treat so they don't get 'wrecked'.
I guess Purple hopped in the bag with them the last time they were out to play...

 "Ford's in his flivver," murmured the D.H.C. "All's right with the world." Aldous Huxley

Over-taken


It rolls over vale, hilltop and woodland
Tides of green mercy, sweetening our scope
Vision of wonder transforming landscapes
From dormant dreaming to refurbished hope

It sweeps without movement in subtle oceans
Spring metamorphosis bleeds from the shell
Of earth’s stricken glory and reflection
Miracles spilling to furrow and dell

Into the pasture of heartlands it rushes
Reviving our spirits and warming our smile
See how the morning and evening light blushes
As spring consumes winter with passionate guile

It rolls over hilltop, valley and meadow
Jubilant anthems of ecstatic grace
Earth responds to the Maestro of Heaven
Emerald diadems cover her face

© Janet Martin

Things are beginning to green!
These pics are taken a month apart...

Lover


 image source: cruzine.com

You call me
Stalwart figure luring
Me to your faithful, strong, out-stretched arms

Like a tree
Planted by the water
Your roots run deep, grounded in my heart

Oh my love
The seasons leave their mark
But you grow more beautiful with time

Take me now
Let me rest in your boughs
Of brawny strength bending with the storm

© Janet Martin 

Prompt from Poetic Blooms
 Parallelogram de Crystalline is a poetry form created by Karan Naidu. This form consists of 4 verses of 3 lines each. The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9. In this style of poem, the beauty of a person is usually compared with nature and described in those terms…


Extended Grace






The night has fled, its somber shroud
Is swallowed by the plea
Of amber and magenta cloud
Spreading across the sea
Above this sphere a robe of cheer
Dissolves in rampant glow
To touch the heart, melting ramparts
Of fear and doubt and woe

Behold the glory of the Son
Reach out; inhale His grace
As mercy tumbles from Love's throne
To every hiding place
Of old and young in kindred tongue
The universe declares
That there is none, like heaven’s own
Whose wonderment compares

He stirs the fringes of deep night
Where moon and stars reside
He overrules the dark with Light
As night and morn collide
Across the earth hope’s grand re-birth
Extends this scope of Grace
We lift our eyes to glorious skies
To glimpse the Giver’s face

© Janet Martin

He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.(Matt.5:45)


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A Day for Celebration


This is a day for celebration
Open your heart and sing
Join the myriad of creation
Heralding the dawn of spring

This is a day of miracle-wonder
Immaculate repertoire
Ripple of zephyr and rolling of thunder
Tuning the landscape choir

This is the day of woodland-minstrels
Stories of nature’s rebirth
Open your eyes, nothing is minuscule
On this greatest day on earth

This is the day of rain-song and gold sun
Laughing on earth’s avenue
Fling back the curtain to Scene number one
Of spring’s 2012 debut

© Janet Martin



Tender Mercy

When I cannot pray for as I ought
or know how to give thanks
Oh Lord, you understand my thought
and You fill in the blanks

Janet~

I opened my mouth to praise Him
as I beheld expanding ribbons of beauty
dissolving the dark ...but could simply gape in dumb-founded awe!
...that He should love us so
as to open the pages of the sky in daily original glory!
All I could whisper was 'thank-you for seeing what I know not how to say!'

Blind Trust

 Image source:  christ.com

We cannot see what we hope for
All we can do is trust
In He who tips the jars of Heav’n
To water this earth’s dust

His wells of goodness and mercy
Are never parched or dry
Above, beneath, beside us
Is His all-beholding eye

Dare we to question He who bars
The cloud into its realm-
In perfect order scatters stars
Upon the floors of Heaven?

Life’s threshing floor oft we misjudge
As we cry out to God
Vain chaff He longs to purge from us
Love wields His earnest rod

We cannot see what we hope for
Nor understand the thought
Of He who laid the universe
Into a sea of naught

How mighty is the One we trust
He turns the tide of seasons
He clothes the earth, waters the dust
And loves us beyond reason

© Janet Martin

Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:
  “Who is this that obscures my plans
   with words without knowledge?
 Brace yourself like a man;
   I will question you,
   and you shall answer me.
 4“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
   Tell me, if you understand. Job 38 1-4

Monday, March 19, 2012

Wondering...

Sometimes I wonder
as I pray for another
And pour out to God my plea
Sometimes I wonder
if there is another
perhaps somewhere
praying for me?

Sometimes I wonder
as I lay out my sorrows
where God alone can see
and I pray them up yonder
oh, sometimes I wonder
Does anyone pray for me?

J~

When You Feel Like Quitting...


Image Source:  vinylfancy.com

When you feel like quitting
Don’t
If you think it will improve things
It won’t
There is only one way to succeed
Keep on keeping on and never heed
The voice that tells you ‘this is it’
And ‘I think that you should quit’

So if you feel like quitting
Don’t
Fight back using words like
‘Won’t’
No hill lasts forever; but it cannot be climbed
By anything more than one step at a time
He cannot win, who decides this is it
So begin again, but don’t quit

When you feel like quitting
Don’t
Sweet victory lies in the
Won’t
Anything worth having is worth the fight
So dig in and give it your utter-might
Shut out the voice that wearies the won’t
And if you want to quit,
…well, don’t

© Janet Martin

I'm giving myself the advice tonight, that I freely hand the kids:)

Soul-Survey

Image Source: survey-reviews.net

Do I love you enough
To serve you in the dark
Willingly,
where nobody cares or sees?
Do I love you enough
To spend extra time
Willingly,
with you, down on my knees?
Do I love you enough
To be a servant
Willingly,
of many a hidden task?
Do I love you enough?
Oh God please don’t answer
These simple questions
I’m ashamed to ask

© Janet Martin

Inspired by; oodles of grace

 So when they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me more than these?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Tend My lambs."

 He said to him again a second time, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Shepherd My sheep."

He said to him the third time, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me?" Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, "Do you love Me?" And he said to Him, "Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You." Jesus said to him, "Tend My sheep.  John 21:15-17

Loving Proof~


Sometimes love's most tender offerings 
are nothing more than realizations
that the 'missing you' agony it brings
is the proof of its existence at all

Janet aka Mom

To those north of the sunny south...

Kind Sir, you’re mistaken
We're not really taken
By your candid blue gaze and your brawny-bold stance
But if you insist
We will not resist
The lure of your passion and thoughts of romance
Oh, we’ll let you woo us
And pretend to love us
While we also pretend to fall for your smile
Your laughter entices
Fool-hardy sacrifices
Yet we are quite willing to allow you to beguile
us with your charm
as we lean on your arm
Ignoring the facts that quietly persist
Behind your glance
As we frolic and dance
Are the age-old truths that forever exist
You hold in your candor
And pleasing demeanor
The power to slip from illusions of spring
As smiles turns to scowls
Warm sighs to brute howls
And winter returns for one final fling

© Janet Martin

Yes, we are in shorts and flip-flops (Emily was tubing on the river for goodness sakes!!!)
But mittens and scarves are not packed away
We know that April can pack a mean punch
And we know this weather is NOT here to stay…
So get out and enjoy it while you can!!!


A Monday Morning Melody

The morning mist that softly kissed
Earth’s placid, slumb’ring brow
Has melted to the quiet blue
Beneath the mellow glow
Of daylight stretching, softly etching
Rugged timber-line
Against the sigh of heaven’s eye
And glorious sunshine

Duties command instructs the hand
But cannot steal the heart
As symphonies borne on the breeze
And springtime’s budding art
Renews our hope; broadens the scope
Of dreams that dormant lay
Mankind rejoices with the voices
Spilling from earth’s fray

The vigor of youth’s crazy love
Stirs rampant wanderlust
Its beckon from a hillside throne
And lanes of wakened dust
The morning mist that softly kissed
The tear from winter’s cheek
Opens the door; across earth’s shore
…begins another week

© Janet Martin

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Unfolding Drama


A drama unfolds
outside my window
Unscripted scene
of inherent bliss
Its gestures are subtle,
its sources quite hidden
yet its delivery
is wild and intense
It rustles through hallways
where nobody follows
save for the breeze
dangling in mid-air
I reach out my hand
but the translucent actors
just keep on singing
without a care
Vaguely I recall
previous imitations
but never have I seen it
quite like this
I let it carry me
without hesitation
It drives my woes
to the sky’s emptiness
What is this ravaging, wonderful thing?
Ah yes, I’ve heard tell…
…they call it Spring

© Janet Martin~


Spring Sonnets

The cattail sheds its ragged over-coat
The pond, released from winter’s icy clutch
Lies mute, an amber gem on earth’s dull throat
As sepia landscapes ache for April’s touch
The sun frolics among the tumbled hills
Of cumulus and cirrus rivalry
And in the maple tree a robin trills
In carols of dissonant harmony
Ah spring, push back stark winter’s stricken shroud
And wash the earth with tears from heaven’s cloud

Renew love’s song upon our tepid lips
And stir within our hearts re-surging hope
As earth responds to verdant fingertips
We tune our ear to heaven’s calliope
For nature throbs with newness and with life
The old has passed away and it is done
Come; thrust aside the chains of harbored strife
Redemption sings in violet undertone
No merit dwells in trampled husks of loss
Come, leap for joy, as sorrow sheds its dross

As surely as when winter turns to spring
As surely as the bud inspiring bloom
As surely as faith’s quiet offering
So too, God’s grace dispels our cloak of doom
Come; cast aside your worry and despair
Tomorrow’s needs have never yet been met
Inhale the passion tinting fragrant air
The darling of life’s seasons lifts her head
With promises, not coin-tossed in the dark
She spreads her garments over hilltops stark

The thunder meditates in vaulted plains
It rolls in afterthought along its berth
Delivering the tune of sudden rains
To limbs up-lifted from the patient earth
And now the dormant still-life bursts with zest
As emerald kaleidoscopes of glory surge
An ocean rushing to the azure crest
Where land and sky in one grand hymn converge
Ah spring, the harbinger of sun-filled days
We lift with nature’s voice our songs of praise

© Janet Martin

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Most Beautiful Part

It slips away in misty gray
Over the hill so blue
No backward glance, no long last dance
…my happy day with you
In oceans aloft and ever so soft
With nothing but a whispered sigh
It pushes away, my beautiful day
Into the by and by
And now as I gaze to the sunset blaze
Silently, tenderly
I fold to my heart, its most beautiful part
A precious memory

Janet~