Thursday, January 29, 2015

Thursday Thought's on Grace and Forgiveness



Dig deep within yourself, they say, to find the strength you need
But I find deep within myself is where dark demons breed
This rack of flesh and blood needs more than lords that bend and break
And self alone cannot atone for the mistakes I make

Those gods that boast in inmost courts can glibly desecrate
The laws of good intention because I don’t like to wait
For Higher Intervention so dig deep, dig deep, they claim
...when I dig deep I find the crux that makes me blush with shame

Without true grace, the grace of God oh, what a wretch I am
My inner uttermost a fraud, my greatest boast a sham
Myself, a pit of hopelessness; my brave smile, hell’s facade
Unless I first confess my sin, then trust the grace of God

© Janet Martin

 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.…Eph.2:8-9

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 But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Cor.12:9

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A smile without God
Is hell's facade

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Without the grace of God, I hardly could get out of bed,
For Self is such a pitiful animal of need
But oh, because His grace will be enough when I am weak
I reach and feel the kiss of hope soft, soft upon my cheek

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the gift of grace
is wrapped in blood
poured from the
precious Son of God
He, the vile horror
of Death braved
thus, by His grace
we are saved

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Grace cannot be earned,
bought or stolen,
But like a gift,
simply accepted

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What can save us
from hell's fate?
only Jesus'
blood-bought grace

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No high, low or in-between
Grace washes each sinner clean

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There is no one less or more
Where Love's grace and mercy pour
Come one, come all to that place
Brothers, sisters, saved by grace

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Away, Away


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Can you feel it; that silver river slipping away, away, wild beneath our feet?


That river slumbered then, where we played
And cooled ourselves in its bronzing shade
For the summer was long and we were young
And hungry for more than the years that stung
Our tongues with Want and wishful wondering
We heard the taunt but not the thundering
Of waters coursing and forcing our feet
Away, away, from youth’s forever-street

There day-dreams grew fat as the years that crawled
Where the hours sat on tree-limbs soft-scrawled
On the palm of a lazy afternoon
We sprawled with our toes a-top the moon
And noses in books; bored desperation
Urged us aboard paper transportation
On the tide of nothing-to-do we sailed
While the white winds blew and the roses paled

Now the river that crept past child-hood homes
Rushes and pushes and gushes and foams
Carrying seasons like a little leaf
Away, away from idle make-belief
Still, here and there, as the sun sinks pink-slow
Splashing twilight’s hair with the afterglow
Caught in a girl’s laughter, soft stirs the snore
Of a river that slept at our front-door

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

A Chocolate Cake 'I Love You'

Yesterday when Victoria came home from school she said she wishes we had fresh chocolate cupcakes! She had some yummy ones at Aunt Lucy's house on Sunday and oh, how she wishes we had some, so I made a batch to surprise her today. She was delighted! You know how we all have those quick, off-the-top-of-our-heads recipes? this is one of mine...simply called Our Favorite Chocolate Cake. It's a one-bowl, mix in order given recipe simple enough for a child to make!

I think I dumped coffee on it:) The other recipes on this page aren't too bad either!
Hungry yet?one tip; remember to turn the mixer on low to add the coffee or your clean white T-shirt won't be clean any longer...ugh!!!=:-((

I let Victoria eat her cake in peace then told her we're going skiing!!

So as, not to complicate matters
When words need a break
We’ll cut out the chatter
And fill it with cake

They say a change
Is as good as a rest
Sometimes chocolate cake
Says ‘love you’ the best

© Janet Martin




Of Envelopes and Love-letters

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Into a big blue envelope
You tuck the remnant day
Hope is the color of dusk-eyes
Half-shutting Time away

We stand and stare out to that place
Where we can never be
Skylines are always far too far
Away from you and me

Farewells tug quiet-hard, the heart
Fumbles with failing spheres
Into dusk’s big blue envelope
The skyline disappears

And like a love-letter from God
Where black seals pink and gold
He places in our heart of hearts
A memory to hold

© Janet Martin

Dawn,
Noon,
Dusk,

Dawn-noon-dusk
Ah, seamless flight
That turns good-morning
To good-night



Oh, to Be a Child Again...



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This swing could turn into anything! It still hangs at the old home-farm...


The old home-place where once I was a child...


Oh, to be a child again
Free and roaming wild again
Grab a toque, a sled, my sweet
Hear snow crunch beneath our feet
Climb those trees up to the sky
Skate without a helmet, my!
Let the wind rush through your hair
Toss the hat and we don’t care
Let our ears grow red with cold
Dumb to fear of growing old

Oh, to be a child once more
Listen to those dream-seas roar
Time, a creature on a clock
Day, a place where we unlock
The worlds we drew inside our heads
Of palace, pioneer, pirates
And oh, how far away we flew
As the front yard would turn into
A frigate fit for sailor, warrior
Until mother would call ‘supper!’

Oh, for just a day to be
Child; foot-loose and fancy-free
Grab a bike and don’t be late
Swing and sing on the front gate
Wear with pride, a day of dirt
Get so hungry that we hurt
Splash through meadowland and stream
Wash our bare feet in its dream
Wait, big sigh… that was before
Ipad, Ipod, Iphone and more…

© Janet Martin

Inspired by Monica's 'oh, to be a child again'in her post yesterday...

By Bills' And besides, a helmet may be able to prevent a great many things, but it sometimes takes more than it gives...

By Gary's poem Look up

Look Up... by Gary Turk

Gary Turk invited us to feel free to share this; so, I will because its message is vital to our future.

Thank-you Cyndy, for linking to it today.

Look Up. by Gary Turk

I have 422 friends, yet I am lonely.
I speak to all of them everyday, yet none of them really know me.

The problem I have sits in the spaces between,
looking into their eyes, or at a name on a screen.

I took a step back, and opened my eyes,
I looked around, and then realised
that this media we call social, is anything but
when we open our computers, and it’s our doors we shut.

All this technology we have, it’s just an illusion,
of community, companionship, a sense of inclusion
yet when you step away from this device of delusion,
you awaken to see, a world of confusion.

A world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered,
where our information gets sold by some rich greedy bastard.
A world of self-interest, self-image, self-promotion,
where we share all our best bits, but leave out the emotion.

We are at our most happy with an experience we share,
but is it the same if no one is there.
Be there for you friends, and they’ll be there too,
but no one will be, if a group message will do.

We edit and exaggerate, we crave adulation,
we pretend we don’t notice the social isolation.
We put our words into order, until our lives are glistening,
we don’t even know if anyone is listening.

Being alone isn’t the problem, let me just emphasize,
that if you read a book, paint a picture, or do some exercise,
you are being productive, and present, not reserved or recluse,
you’re being awake and attentive, and putting your time to good use.

So when you’re in public, and you start to feel alone,
put your hands behind your head, and step away from the phone.
You don’t need to stare at your menu, or at your contact list,
just talk to one another, and learn to co-exist.

I can’t stand to hear the silence, of a busy commuter train,
when no one wants to talk through the fear of looking insane.
We’re becoming unsocial, it no longer satisfies
to engage with one another, and look into someone’s eyes.

We’re surrounded by children, who since they were born,
watch us living like robots, and think it’s the norm.
It’s not very likely you will make world’s greatest dad,
if you cant entertain a child without a using an iPad.

When I was a child, I would never be home,
I’d be out with my friends, on our bikes we would roam.
We’d ware holes in our trainers, and graze up our knees;
we’d build our own clubhouse, high up in the trees.

Now the parks are so quiet, it gives me a chill
to see no children outside and the swings hanging still.
There’s no skipping or hopscotch, no church and no steeple,
we’re a generation of idiots, smart phones and dumb people.

So look up from your phone, shut down that display,
take in your surroundings, and make the most of today.
Just one real connection is all it can take,
to show you the difference that being there can make.

Be there in the moment, when she gives you the look,
that you remember forever, as when love overtook.
The time you first hold her hand, or first kiss her lips,
the time you first disagree, but still love her to bits.

The time you don’t need to tell hundreds, about what you’ve just done,
because you want to share the moment, with just this one.
The time you sell your computer, so you can buy a ring,
for the girl of your dreams, who is now the real thing.

The time you want to start a family, and the moment when,
you first hold your baby girl, and get to fall in love again.
The time she keeps you up at night, and all you want is rest,
and the time you wipe away the tears, as your baby flees the nest.

The time your little girl returns, with a boy for you to hold,
and the day he calls you granddad, and makes you feel real old
The time you take in all you’ve made, just by giving life attention,
and how your glad you didn’t waste it, by looking down at some invention.

The time you hold your wife’s hand, and sit down beside her bed
you tell her that you love her, and lay a kiss upon her head.
She then whispers to you quietly, as her heart gives a final beat,
that she’s lucky she got stopped, by that lost boy in the street.

But none of these times ever happened, you never had any of this,
When you’re too busy looking down, you don’t see the chances you miss.

So look up from your phone, shut down those displays,
we have a finite existence, a set number of days.
Why waste all our time getting caught in the net,
as when the end comes, nothing’s worse than regret.

I am guilty too, of being part of this machine,
this digital world, where we are heard but not seen.
Where we type and don’t talk, where we read as we chat,
where we spend hours together, without making eye contact.

Don’t give in to a life where you follow the hype,
give people your love, don’t give them your like.
Disconnect from the need to be heard and defined
Go out into the world, leave distractions behind.

Look up from your phone, shut down that display,
stop watching this video, live life the real way.