Thank-you Glynis...

Without the encouragement and editing
of a friend, kind and dear
The article I attempted
would not be here...

Janet Martin

Greatest

We shall overcome

Not by the merit

Of what we have done

But because of He

Who abides within

As He sets us free

From the power of sin

Thus by His Grace

He fills us with worth

For greater is He

Than any on this earth

Who ever were

Or yet will be

Greater

Oh, greater

Much greater is He

© Janet Martin

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. 1 John 4:4

Hallowed Might

Over the foot-path of time-weathered sod
Onward and upward and homeward we plod
Many a danger and many a care
And many an angel attending our prayer

Into Your hands oh God, we place our trust
We are frail creatures of longing and dust
But You promise mercy that never shall cease
Your tender assurances whispering peace

Take our fear, God, remove our doubt
Be our Vision within and without
For You never leave us; we never escape
Your tender visage in each breath we take

Kind, tender shepherd, may each precious sheep
Heed to your Voice and the watch that You keep
May it bring us comfort; in life's darkest night
As we feel the Presence of hallowed might

Janet

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me.
Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. Ps. 23:4

April's Demise

We welcome it today

Ten thousand circle-kisses

Silver-gray

Fading out the

Lingering fringes

Of April’s demise

Settling vagabond dust

In a green paradise

As bud-vaults expand

Into venturing leaves

Softening the land

Still cradling seeds

Washing the world

In a river of gray

As April fades into

The embrace of May

© Janet Martin

On the last day of April we are enjoying our first true April Shower...we have had  brief periods of rain but nothing that lasted even an hour! This is a good 'soak-er'! thank-you God.

A Parent's Advice...

My dears, these are not merely ‘parental recitals’

That we compose for your indulgence

But they are a proffering of hind-sight

From life's biter-sweet divulgence

The 'advice' we seek to give you

Is not invented for your torment

But rather, with hope that its whisper

Will be a cherished, worthy instrument

My dears, though you may think we’re out-dated

And don’t really grasp today’s truth

The generation gap is a bridge of experience

Back to untried wisdom of youth

Dream on youth’s grand, blue ocean

Sail for that uncharted realm

But keep our whisper within your reach

And remember Who abides in the helm

© Janet Martin

Reflectively Yours...

Poetics Aside asks us to write a fading away poem

When the bitter-sweet pangs of parting

Have eased their grip on my heart

When the tears that threaten behind my smile

Have quietly played their part

When the sound of the door as it closes

And the click of the latch as it locks

Leaves me with nothing but memories

And the perpetual ticking of clocks

I shall retrace us: not in sorrow

But with humble gratitude

That God saw fit to touch me a bit

With the beautiful gift of… you

© Janet Martin

Fading Away...

Poetics Aside asks us to write a fading away poem...

I would like to thank each and every poet for
moments of
inspiration,
standing ovation,
cheering,
laughter,
soft smiles,
sentimental smiles,
lingering long, after…
the heart-lurch,
the heart-clench,
the sob,
the tear,
the o-o-o-h,
the a-a-a-a-h,
the yes,
my dear,
the tender, blissful
mouthful of
sigh…
for we all know
this
is
not
good-bye
but only
until we meet
on
the
next
street…
see you around the corner:)

Janet

Problem Areas

 Poetics Aside asks us to write a problem poem.

You assume you know

Why I do what I do

But the problem is, honey

I assume with you too

And in the end the problem

Is plain you see

It makes an a**

Of u and me =assume

There’s so much to do

And so little time

Especially when the lure

Of word and rhyme

Draws me from the rigidness

Of toil and duty

To discover the same words

In a new form of beauty

And that can be a problem

As the clock strikes three

And work remains undone

Because poetry

Has erased common logic

And common sense

But I seek no excuses

To aid my defense

For I am in love

With limitless art

As the gathering of thought

Spills from the heart

© Janet Martin