Monday, October 15, 2012

October Lullaby





The weightless leaf grows heavy ‘neath the tears of autumn’s sky
Filling leaf-swollen levies; fall exhales a lullaby
Of heaven-tinted awning dropping soundless to a berth
Where the echo of the ages slumbers, layered in the earth

A metaphor of moments trickles from the weeping limb
Relinquishing the beauty of the bud and blossomed scrim
The hour adjusts its images to nature’s perfect rule
And mortal searches, scrimmages for shadows on its pool

There is no bugle blowing; no salute to Time’s demise
As sod and stream are flowing with the tears of fall good-byes
But quiet preparation glimmers in the silver air
In raw juxtaposition of keen triumph and despair

The weightless leaf grows heavy; soon the laughing tree is mute
As winds scatter its bevy of bygones without dispute
And we behold the Truth within its stark and unclad form
The summer of fair youth is but the prelude to life’s storm

© Janet Martin

The Hand of Time





Kindly in time she removes the shards
And the thorns that mar her being
She softens realities once plain or hard
Until the picture we’re seeing
Glimmers; a sweet, soulful reverie
In a beautiful memory

The ‘good old days’ even now are being made
As daylight slips into the quiet dark
And as the echo of our hurried footsteps fade
Sealing in history their ethereal mark
We sense her stoical empathy
Preserving a beautiful memory

Surely the epitome of kindness forms her bearing
She does not care to keep our polished woes
Beneath her touch their ache is disappearing
As we hold the filament of mercy close
Gently, her brushstrokes help us see
Nothing, but a beautiful memory

© Janet Martin

Every autumn I am so reluctant to trim off the plants
in my flower-garden...
There is beauty in the broken and in blooms that weather the storm.




    

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Dancing in the Rain



Yiruma always makes me feel like writing:)...love songs



Let me love you
Darling, let’s stop keeping score
Starting over
Is not what I am asking for
But just another
Day-opportunity
To love you, darling
Like I thought that love would be

Let me love you
What if this day were our last?
Would its memory
Be the one that we hold fast?
It’s so easy
To forget what we live for
And all I’m asking
Is for one loving-you-day more

Let me love you
Only death makes it too late
To keep on trying
Let me love you, then today
This flesh-blood offering
Is all that I can give
But oh, my darling
Let me love you thus
Each day I live

…and let me love you
Like a slow-dance in the rain
I want nothing
But a day-chance to try again
Starting over
Is not what I’m asking for
But just to love you,
Oh my darling
Just to love you one day more

© Janet Martin



In the Winter-fire Glow





I would do it all again
This trial-and-error slipping of the feet
Is not in vain
Even the errors we repeat
Do not spell failure
If it simply means we tried again…

In spring wildly we cling
To summer’s luring dream
In summer, softly we begin
To hear autumn’s requiem
In autumn, oh tis then we know
How swift life’s years slip past
And in the winter-fire glow
We hold its memory fast

© Janet Martin

So We Pray...





So we pray
Not as some frantic ‘last-resort’ request
But, with hope
We trust and obey
Leaving our care with He who knows best

© Janet Martin

Pray without ceasing. 1 Thess. 5:17

Beautiful Ordinaries





Embrace them,
All those beautiful ordinaries
Shaping our toil and strife
Embrace them
For beautiful ordinaries
Shape a life

Embrace them
The endless clean-up
and clutter
The chatter, the scatter
Of shoes, back-packs,
The scolding of Mother
Embrace them
The beautiful ordinaries
To which we become blind
Because in the still of retrospect
The ordinaries bind
The scattered fragments
Of duty’s strife
To color the pages
Of a beautiful life

© Janet Martin

It's Saturday,
My beautiful ordinaries are calling:) .

There She Remains...





…and there she remains
In the crook of belonging
Love is life’s beauty
There is nothing more
So there she remains
To touch with thoughts reaches
And cover with prayer
Those who part from her door…

There she remains
Sweet, tender assurance
Even as hours
And miles spin their years
There, on the Shoulder of Love
She embraces
The beautiful Knowing
That Love conquers fears

© Janet Martin

Love bears all things...

My kids don't know (actually, maybe I should tell them) that my prayers follow them each time they leave and cover them while they are gone...

Before We Ask of Him





Sometimes we do not know the words
To shape our prayer and beckoning
But our God knows; He has heard
Even before we ask of Him

Then, as we cry and beg and plead
In fear and angst and wondering
He sustains our every need
Even before we ask of Him

Our lives are not our own
A gift bestowed; no reckless whim
He reaches to us from His throne
Even before we ask of Him

With God there are no accidents
No unknown hovers vague or dim
His tender mercies intercede

© Janet Martin




How swiftly an accident can shift our ordinaries
As life becomes a sudden dark vale
But injury, sickness and death cannot pluck us
From Hands of love that will never fail.

We stood, watching the orange chopper (air ambulance) circle over our property as it turned to face Toronto or Hamilton, knowing it lifted off from my cousin's farm and not knowing why …we watched as the chop-chop-chop grew faint and the orange dot disappeared, and all we could do
Was pray…

My cousin, a farmer, a dad, a hubby, suffered a farm accident yesterday, losing a limb.
He is in serious condition. I do not know many details at this point other than he lost a foot or leg. Please, if you read this could you pray for him and his family?

Update: He lost his foot at the ankle. He is doing as well as can be expected at this time. they will need our prayers for a while.