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

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

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...