Life is a drop
In Time’s vast sea
Time is a drop
In eternity
Janet~
Thursday, October 11, 2012
His Word IS...
Sometimes as I gaze upon you
Dear child, young woman, man
I wonder who will lead you
When from this nest you’ve flown
Then a sure sweet assurance
Surges from within
And ever on, amen
His Word IS, not fleeting
Like flesh-tongue salutations
His Word IS, not bound by Time
His Word IS, pure, faultless
And changeless through the years
A comfort in our fears
His Word IS; creation
Its tangible first-fruit
But it will reign forever
Though it was flesh and blood
It IS; death could not conquer
Or dis-annul its power
For His Word IS; not something
Transient as earth’s wee hour
His Word IS; true, faithful
In every age to come
His Word IS a beacon
To guide the pilgrim home
His Word IS; eternal
Dear child, young woman, man
His Word IS; infallible
Forever without end
© Janet Martin
Morning...
Morning in triumph rends night’s raven bar
Mercy and grace have not withdrawn their hope
Ascending over earth’s need-stricken slope
Opaline glory flings its gates ajar
To shed upon this toil and trouble strand
Not judgment, void of love’s long-suff’ring plea
But from the backdrop of life’s mystery
Holy compassion lavishes the land
From porticoes not marred by flesh and blood
He bathes the dark with heaven’s hallowed flood
Marauders of covetousness and lust
We gaze from sepulchers of want and greed
To He who for mortal’s Primary Need
And Immortality with arms wide spread
Upon rough timber, cried out ‘it is done’
He satisfied The Need for everyone
Redemption once for all, His blood was shed
And all He asks of us is to believe
In Him; and everlasting Life receive
He does not leave us pining in the Dark
But lights the Way for everyone to see
For Truth and Life lead to eternity
And Hope is more than a translucent spark
His faithfulness and mercy lights the dawn
Forgiveness flows; sacred, sufficient stream
Not sealed within death’s mute, mystic requiem
But pouring from the power of the Son
As Light in triumph rends night’s heavy veil
His mercy, grace and love will never fail
© Janet Martin
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Refocusing...
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God, help me to remember
Every moment, every breath
Is part of a bigger picture
We cannot behold on earth
Remind me, when I lose focus
That success is so much more
Than the ‘what’ that we are doing
It’s the ‘Who’ we are doing it for
© Janet Martin
Three things I can always count on...lots of laundry,
lots of dirty dishes and
lots of big beautiful sky in whatever hue the Creator decides!
Three things I can always count on...lots of laundry,
lots of dirty dishes and
lots of big beautiful sky in whatever hue the Creator decides!
Almost Enough
Sometimes, when you press so close to me
It almost feels
Like it used to be…
Sometimes, when thought is vivid and keen
I almost believe
In what might have been
Sometimes, I re-visit the bittersweet so
I can revel in the pain
Of letting go
Sometimes I am satisfied with love
And sometimes I know
It will never be enough
J~
More...
Today I will not be content
Today I want more, more, more
More awareness of His love for me
That too often I blindly ignore
Today I will not be satisfied
Today I desire to know
More, more fully His plan for me
And where He would choose me to go
Today I want more, more hunger
For things not of flesh, but of Him
More gentle loving kindness
Before this day-moment grows dim
Today I refuse to be content
But I will not lust after things
I want more of what earth can’t afford
But knowing Him more fully brings
Today Lord, give me holy hunger
Oh my God, I beg and implore
For more compassion for my fellow-man
Oh God, give me more, more, more
© Janet Martin
A Carpe Diem
Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt a Carpe Diem poem
Carpe Diem is the Latin expression
that means ‘seize the day.’ Carpe Diem poems have a theme of living for today.
It is a form in intent only; it is solely based on a theme.
Yesterday is sealed in the
archives
Tomorrow is nothing more
Than the hope of something we
cannot see
Today is worth living for
Today is the cup we are holding
Touch it to your lips; draw it in
Be imbibed with His goodness and
mercy
Dripping recklessly from your grin
Seize the moment before you
Wring out every wonder of it
Let not one measure be wasted
Today is a beautiful gift
© Janet Martin
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
October's Song
She pleads in mirth and mutiny
A plaintive sigh, a bully-breeze
A skirmish on the grassy lea
An ocean rushing through the trees
She ripples in tranquility
Then grumbles, mumbles, hungry; cold
Tugging the laughter from the tree
In tears of scarlet, red and gold
She wanders fall’s bare-fallow girth
In search of summer’s melody
A desperate combing of the earth
A sweet, moody melancholy
She lounges in the bleeding dell
Then suddenly she lilts and leaps
No rhyme or sequence to her swell
She rises, falls; her maestro sleeps
Her sassy canto soon shall dim
The tremor of her farewell note
Will echo on the naked limb
And in the ache lodged in our throat
Janet Martin
I’m going out to let her song tease and torment me for a
little while…
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