A Few Sunday Morning Thoughts

Who can tally

The measure of a moment

The fool sees nothing

The wise man,

Everything

It is hard to love

On paper

I laid my thought against the air

Soon it was swallowed by the hour

I laid my thought into a prayer

It rests now in God’s perfect power

It is hard to wait

Without faith

No path is so bitter

As the one of resentment

No lap is sweeter

Than that of contentment 

It is hard to

swallow longing

He who envies

Forgets to live

He who is happy

Learns to forgive

It is hard

To hold fast to the right

But it is possible

With His Word as our Light

Are you weary and weighed down with care?

Jesus says, ‘Come,’ do you hear Him?

He may not remove the burdens we bear

But He gives us strength to endure them

 Patience is a hard-fought virtue

it's battle can only be won

as we learn to become second

and make others number one

Beware of Things

They help us forget

The Living Truth

And a crossed stained red

He IS

The Way, the Truth, the Life

Why do we seek to compromise?

A fleeting gasp

Is earth's pleasure and strife

Eternity swallows ten-thousand skies

Janet~

Seize Yours

Seize this Moment

Squeeze it

Twist it

Wring it

Taste it

No, savor

Every vapor

Before it fades away

Wasted

Un-tasted

A shovel of naught

But what could have been

Had action met thought

So seize this moment

It is all we can clasp

Not past

Nor future

But one transient gasp

Threaded to the next

Of valor

Or victory

Or passion perplexed

Of present to history

Weaving a lifetime

From cradle to grave

Oh, seize this moment

It is all that we have

© Janet Martin

Moment of Potential

When all my numbered days have fled

Beyond the sweeping sky

And I awake

Not in my bed

But in the by and by

Then it will be too late for me

To love my fellowman

Now is life’s lone opportunity

To do the best I can

We do not live in ages spent

Nor in the mystic morrow

Now is the moment God has lent

To bear life’s joy and sorrow

We dare not pine, with backward glance

To past’s resolute span

Now is love’s rare, redeeming chance

To do the best we can

© Janet Martin

Seize this moment...it is all we have

Easy Street

It would have been easy

To let despair steal

The rest of the dream not taken

It’s hard sometimes

To know what is real

And where we are sadly mistaken

It would have been easy

To let doubt creep in

Subtle as night on the roses

And miss the sound

Of a door opening

As another behind us closes

It would have been easy

To let defeat fall

Not daring to challenge its candor

It would have been easy

To do nothing at all

But look back and forever wonder...

© Janet Martin  

These Past Twenty Years...

Emily asked me the other day what I think about motherhood and can I believe I've been one for almost twenty years...It got me to thinking...

I ponder them slowly, these past twenty years

For they have been like no other

They warned me back then, how fast time disappears

…the day I became a mother

I ponder them tenderly, these past twenty years

Of fulfillment as deep as my yearning

Of mustard-seed faith to combat mammoth fears

Of teaching midst all of my learning

I ponder them deeply, these past twenty years

The paradox of love’s mystic measure

The beautiful agony of laughter and tears

The wonder of life’s painful pleasure

I ponder them thankfully, these past twenty years

So glad that God never forgot me

Gently admonished, through my own scolding and cheers

At how much my children have taught me

© Janet Martin

I Saw Heaven Smile Today...

 Emily, first Birthday.

Emily, 20th Birthday

I saw Heaven smile today

As angels breathed upon my way

For Heaven’s smiles are sent, I think

In little bundles, soft and pink

Perfection, lent to trembling arms

From holy hands above

Yes, Heaven sends its wondrous charms

In babies dear to love

Today I held her tiny hand

And I began to understand

A strange new love, so rare and strong

As I held hands that knew no wrong

Nothing else on this old earth

Could touch it by a mile

For at the moment of her birth

I saw Heaven smile

Yes, I saw Heaven smile today

As pain and anguish fell away

And I know what perfection is

As I caress it with a kiss

For clasped against my awe-struck heart

In form of new-born child

The windows up above me parted

And I saw Heaven smile

© Janet Martin

Written for Emily when she was a baby....20 years ago (did a bit of editing)

Passion and the Fruits Thereof

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Tis a plethora of passions that makes people tick

Be they words or numbers or a hook on a stick

Be it fallow acres waiting to be plowed

Or studying the whims in the mind of a cloud

Someone invented those dear alarm clocks

The curve on the base of a chair so it rocks

A toilet that flushes, better winter tires

And for the technician, multi-colored wires

Whatever we touch in an ocean of things

Is the fruit of a thought that’s been given its wings

Of nuts and bolts, metal, fabric, or wood

Someone declared, ah yes, this is good….(yes, even plastic)

God bless the seeker who chases his dream

Teach us to regard it with thankful esteem

And preserve the pleasure of its delight

Not by addiction, but healthy appetite

Tis a plethora of passions that stirs creature souls

The seed of fulfillment, the setting of goals

Born of inner thirst, need or desperation

The whisper of Passion is the bud of creation

© Janet Martin

This poem was inspired by a number of moments…

Wandering though the mall looking at all the ‘stuff’ and wondering …why?

Mulling over a comment someone made yesterday about an up-coming generation of stupidity because kids are ‘glued to some gadget and they don’t read anymore’…not true for all but WAY too many!

And this morning I suddenly wondered who invented the ANNOYING sound of an alarm clock!

By the way, I love you, you dear person who invented the coffee-perk.

Twilight Soliloquy

I love the way the evening lies

Contented ‘neath the folding skies

And all the memories we have made

Slumber now in history’s shade

I love the cerulean sweep

Luring the eye to lofty deep

And how my thought’s soliloquy

Is amplified on twilight’s knee

I love the roll of evergreen

Meeting the soul of heaven’s gleam

How tugs of love and longing clench

That aching void Time cannot quench

I love eve’s lofty out-stretched palm

Urging our bustling haste to calm

And listen to the vespers sigh

In anthems falling from the sky

I love the way the evening lies

Beneath celestial lullabies

As twilight's tucks night’s edges down

Against the landscapes silver gown

© Janet Martin