Thursday, April 12, 2012

Something Good from the Something not so Good...




Don’t count your mistakes…
…count your life-lessons

Don’t count your failures…
…count your stepping-stones

Don’t count your regrets…
…count your moments of grace

Don’t count your misgivings…
…count your opportunities to forgive

…and don’t count them as nothing…
…count them as jewels
In a crown of wisdom

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside prompt: Something...

Something...because of Faith




When we fold our hands
Close our eyes
Whispering thought to the still of the air
It would be nothing
But for faith
And faith turns our whispers into prayer…

© Janet Martin

Something about Gardening




There’s something about
Fresh garden-dirt between my toes
That stirs images of lush
Pristine and perfect rows

There’s something about
Fresh garden dirt between my toes
That washes the mind
Of former gardening woes

There’s something about
Fresh garden-dirt between my hands
That makes me feel
Like a dreamer of youth again

© Janet Martin

Something about the Silence




 Poetics Aside Prompt: Something...

Something about the silence
After you said goodbye
Expanded my perception
Of days gone by
And of appreciation

Something about waiting
For your return
Gives me the impression
I have a lot to learn
Of patience

Something about the emptiness
Where you used to be
Gives me a vague glimpse
Of eternity
And love

J~

Something about His Hands...



Poetics Aside Prompt: something-blank( you fill it in)


There’s something about the way
He tugs the sun to the day
Dissolving the barrier twixt twilight and dawn
And how each blade of grass
Gleams like frosted glass
A sea of diamonds on the front-yard lawn
And how the breath of God
As it warms the bud
Clothes the stark and barren lands
With vesture so fine
Beyond human mind
This makes me believe, we are in good hands

There’s something about seeds
The hope for man’s needs
Knowing when to stir while asleep in the earth
I marvel in thought
At how nature is taught
And yet, within man He placed greater worth
If we would obey
As easily as they
Life would be spared of many an ill
But He imbued in mankind
Something called a mind
And with it the blessed curse of free will

There’s something about spring
It makes the heart sing
As hope and renewal swell in emerald waves
There’s something about dawn
That urges us on
In spite of the dreams we relinquish to graves
There’s something about the way
Night is swallowed by day
Over and over and over again
That speaks of God’s love
And His mercy for us
And the assurance that we are in good Hands

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Time Marches On...

Time Marches On  
(I thought about this song while I was running:) it makes me feel OLD! If you click the center wheel on the mouse on the link it will open to the song...it suits the slide-show somehow, impressing on the heart, the passage of time...Live laugh, love, pray! That is my motto every day!

We wrote about seasons today on the Poetics Aside prompt....obviously that draws the mind to the swift passage of time...as I was out tonight it felt like last spring was only an arm's length behind me, not a year's length! I'm sharing the photos I took on my evening trek:)

How swift the little seasons pass
A sigh upon earth's plot of grass
How soon the daffodil will lie
Against the mulch of days done by
Back to the earth where life began
And every fickle day of man

How swift our little toil is done
A transient moment in the sun
How futile life would be; how vain
If it were merely mortal gain
Without a soul hope would be grass
Beneath a sky where seasons pass

Janet Martin~

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
and man became a living soul.Gen.2:7

Strength of Endearment

Oceans of yearning
Can swallow the sky
Its lone hint of existence
A tear in the eye

Heartache can dwarf
Eternity
Yet is quietly shouldered
In humility

The strength of endearment
Is in love’s release
It is in relinquishment
That we can find peace

Butterfly moments
Flickers of gold
We ought not to squander
What we cannot hold

© Janet Martin

Watching the Sky Go By...



They swell; vast, billowed vessels
In twenty shades of gray
Suspended, low and lumbering
Adrift on heaven’s bay

Above them azure nothingness
Extends to heaven’s door
I watch from earthen thresholds,
Just a speck upon its floor

The sassy breezes tumble, stumble
Laugh and sob and weep
Confused as I beneath a sky
Of dizzy, drifting deep

© Janet Martin