The True Light

The darkness is not greater than the Light

One tiny spark will pierce the shroud of night

We are not doomed to blindness and despair

See how the morning melts night’s onyx air

Time’s Shepherd tends the hours while we sleep

His Light exceeds the gloom of midnight’s deep

From Dark to light; hope’s gate is open wide

We are the sheep for which this Shepherd died

Darkness cannot remain; the Light has come

Into this world; a Babe in Bethlehem

Shepherd became a Lamb; Lamb is the Light

I AM prevails beyond the transient night

He shines into the dark; Grace and truth rend

The veil that darkness cannot comprehend

© Janet Martin

John 1:1-15

Of Chapters Unwritten

 

Out on the skyline a new day softly gleams

Acquiescent out-pouring of moment-regimes

Unwritten chapters of what soon will be

Permanent pages in world-history

The Author and Finisher of Time’s lone volume

Entrusts to our finger’s life’s ephemeral plume

And thus now we splatter our laughter and tears

Obscurely they scatter from moments to years

Out on the skyline the turning of page

Sets into motion a gasp on this stage

Summer and sorrow and spring softly spill

Onto earth’s parchment from Time’s tempered quill

Beneath mercy’s promise God beholds our smears

Jots fraught with error; its plot blurred with tears

Questions and answers; then questions again

As happiness, heart-ache and hope fill our pen

Out on the skyline a new day unfolds

And nobody knows the storyline that it holds

Yet, it is not ours to decline or to flee

The moments ordained with what yet must be

Over each hand is the Hand that imparts

Grace without portion to comfort our hearts

Over and over His kind Hand bestows

Strength for each chapter in life’s moment-flows

© Janet Martin

Anonymous Angel...

 

Stripped of all pretense

You come to me

Mystery, fulfillment

Anonymously

As the still night is filled

With a whisper akin

To almost perfection

In what might have been…

J~

There is a strange allure in the 'almost perfect' of what might have been...

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?