Of Retrospect and Reaching...

The sigh of a year rushes over my thought

Slipping like a tear to visages of naught

Unfolded moments are folded once more

Their visibility etched in a landscape of yore

Milky perception of all I should know

Taunts my reflection in Time’s glassy flow

Tragic indictments of haste’s foolish race

With tender enlightenment of love’s patient grace

Listen; can you hear it? Time’s flow does not stop

Nor the urge to keep reaching for an elusive top

The season of farewell slicks meadowland, tree

The blast of soon past haunts dawn’s tranquility

© Janet Martin 

Sunday Wordle #87: top, visibility, sigh, rushes, unfolded, tragic, listen, milky, glassy, lighten, blast, slicks

Keep-sakes~

 

Over and over and over

We brush the tears from our face

But not so with dear, precious memories

Etched forever in place

J~

Offerings~

 

Jesus, You owed us nothing

And yet You gave Your all

Jesus, we owe You everything

Why are our gifts so small?

Janet~

Words Will Have Their Place...

Words will have their place

In the coming days and years

But for now we embrace

In wordless prayer and tears

A nation mourns its loss

Is there comfort at all?

But this; God loves us still

He sees a sparrow fall

 ...and in His loving arms

Each child is safe; secure

Where no evil can harm

While we its grief endure

Janet~

this is for the vicitms in Connecticut,
For the family in our community who lost their teen-age daughter last night in a tragic accident...
or, for the families in our communities involved in a horrific shooting and the loss of life thereof , and for all who sorrow in this little life...

Where is God in the dark of this weekend?

As a Man Thinks...

We ought to give more earnest heed

To the measure of our thought

As a man thinks, so he will be

The hand by the mind is taught

We ought to give more earnest heed

Lest carelessly we let slip

The remembrance that each deed

Is more than a vaporous drip

We ought to give more earnest heed

To its recompense of reward

For surely what I have said

I will do, saith the Lord

We ought to give more earnest heed

To the things which we have heard

And plant the mind with seed

Gleaned from God’s sacred word

© Janet Martin

Hebrews 2

What are we feeding our minds and our children’s minds?

Of Certainties

This little day is dawning

A gift from heaven’s throne

We know not what is spawning

Within its vast unknown

But this we know for certain

The Love that lifts night’s veil

Then draws again its curtain

Will never, never fail

We comprehend with dullness

Life’s trouble-twisted path

We cannot grasp the fullness

Of God’s love or His wrath

Yet this we know for certain

That Death is but the Door

And Time, the transient curtain

To God’s forevermore

© Janet Martin

I remember a preacher saying, when I was a child, that if we could ever see the fullness of God’s love we would never question it because it goes beyond anything our minds can comprehend. Then He said, in the same measure, if ever we would see the full wrath of a Holy God we would never seek revenge.

We all will see one or the other in eternity. This is an Immortal certainty.

The Hand That Cups our Tears...

Oh God, if our hearts are broken

Beyond what we can show

Then how much more God, You must hurt

For oh, You love us so

Oh God, how we must hurt You

To blame You for life’s ill

And hate You for the evil fruit

Wrought by a man’s free will

Oh God, we see but glimpses

Of your infinite love

Yet, even in our deepest grief

A glimpse will be enough

When Your Son hung upon the cross

He suffered every grief

Because You loved us so, in spite

Of our unbelief

Oh God, help us to trust You

When we can’t understand

We weep, our tears are gathered

Within Your nail-scarred Hand

© Janet Martin

The tragedy in Connecticut grips a continent! We weep, we pray, we trust. Oh God, comfort the broken.

I didn't want to write right now; Words seemed so small, but Jesus loves the little children, and oh, He loves us all. 

Of Unfettered Shores

 

The heavens hold sun, moon and stars

Earth’s hollows hold its seas

And I hold in my heart of hearts

Love’s surge of memories

I cannot grasp unfathomed deeps

Of vast infinity

Nor cup the ocean as it sweeps

The reefs inside of me

Sometimes the dawn is serene, still

Sometimes its silence roars

As somewhere raging oceans spill

Across unfettered shores

J~