Time Is Not A Lover

Time is not a lover

And in the end its seems

Utter disappointment

Is the climax of its dreams

Time is not a beggar

Nor is it a thief

Joy and sorrow free-fall

In covenanted grief

Time is not a savior

Its undoing way

Rends the heart with hunger

In its come-what-may

Time is no pretender

And its no return

Rivets the contender

With a long slow-burn

Time is but a pittance

Neither friend nor foe

Ephemeral threshold

Before the letting go

…and herein is the cap-sheaf

As its pulses plea

Time is the harbinger

To eternity

© Janet Martin

"LORD, make me to know my end And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am. "Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. Selah.…Ps. 39:4-5

* A River Runs Through It...

  


* inspired by the movie..

Standing alone in the deep end of day

Soft on the gloaming time’s footfalls replay

Still-flowing river of morning to night

Silent, it thunders in day’s dying light

Parade of faces and voices, they fade

Caught in this strange, silver-swift promenade

Like a wave rolling and dashing to shore

I reach to grasp it and it is no more

…no more a child, chatter-wild and carefree

No more returning to what used to be

Only the sense of farewell, brooding gray

Touching with nothing but thought, dying day

Time is a season-song filling the trees

Stripping its flight with naught but memories

Soundless, they vex me with echoing lay

Standing alone in the half-light of day

© Janet Martin

Dusk's Deep, Blue Veranda

 

From dusk’s deep blue veranda

Time drinks the dying day

As if, because its supper-time

There’s nothing more to say…

Day-moments, like a ripple

In the harbor or bay

Though I would stretch them to your sky

Slip silently away

Gilt glimmer on the bayou

Where light and darkness vie

'neath dusk’s deep blue veranda

We tarry, you and I

…there touch and thought embraces

Faces and places dear

Then, dusk’s deep blue veranda

Dips and they disappear

© Janet Martin

Of Dimming Day...

 (gorgeous moon tonight!)

Already I can feel the dawn

Of dimming daylight pool

In purple-gray across the lawn

From twilight’s tugging spool

I’d tuck you in my pocket, love

Like some, childhood-sweet prize

But oh, you slip from daylight’s glove

To locket-shaped good-byes

These moments knit together in

Slurs, silk and softly caught

Will never meet like this again

Save perhaps in my thought

...as, tumbling from Time’s two-tiered boon

Its giving-taking thread

Gathers another afternoon

To pictures in my head

…yet, even there, I am aware

‘Tis mere snippets thought keeps

Thus motionless I pause; the air

Of dimming daylight weeps

© Janet Martin

Victoria and I agree that these tired cookies taste better today than they have all season! I don't quite know why but maybe because they're not the after-thought following a dinner; just a nice afternoon snack with a good book and a cup of tea... (or coffee)

Resolve Renewed

But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Matt 6:33

To touch with sacred gratitude life’s ordinary things

To realize that there is no ‘mundane’ on Mercy-strings

To hope with deeper purpose than the want of flesh and blood

To drink with giddy fervor from a fountain filled by God

To work with holy hunger and to eat with humble heart

To see with wide-eyed wonder the splendor of nature’s art

To hear the melody of moments soft, as they compose

Life-lyrics to a love-song that with each day grows and grows

To pray with patient trust, then surrender every request

To He who sees the Whole and knows what is our utter- best

To recognize with kinder eyes my fellowman, to smile

And welcome opportunity to walk love’s second mile

To read the Word of God more, more and do less worrying

To know that He is able and greater than anything

To love a little slower and to give with more respect

To seek those treasures squandered in haste’s self-centered neglect

To resolve to remember what I should or else, should not

Then to forget the rest lest it devours idle thought

To live and love each day as if it were to be my last

To prepare for The Awesome More when this wee life is past

© Janet Martin