Of Ethereal Cups

Today, for all that it may lack

Or nevermore will be

Is a wee cup that we fill up

With living’s memory

Today, for better or for worse

We tread its tender path

Soon it will be a memory

Time’s precious aftermath

Today, before it slips away

To past’s eternity

May we employ peace, love and joy

Into its memory

Today will never dawn again

Softly it comes, to pass

Both good and ill has no re-fill

Within its hour glass

Today; a once in every life-time

Opportunity

As we fill up this ethereal cup

With living's memory

© Janet Martin

I read this poem this morning...it struck a chord.

What I Call Living... by Edgar A. Guest (one of my favorite poets ever)

The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;

The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;

The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,

And upon this vital subject no two of us agree.

But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along,

That living's made of laughter and good-fellowship and song.

I wouldn't call it living always to be seeking gold,

To bank all the present gladness for the days when I'll be old.

I wouldn't call it living to spend all my strength for fame,

And forego the many pleasures which to-day are mine to claim.

I wouldn't for the splendor of the world set out to roam,

And forsake my laughing children and the peace I know at home

.Oh, the thing that I call living isn't gold or fame at all!

It's good-fellowship and sunshine, and it's roses by the wall;

It's evenings glad with music and a hearth fire that's ablaze,

And the joys which come to mortals in a thousand different ways.

It is laughter and contentment and the struggle for a goal;

It is everything that's needful in the shaping of a soul.

Heart-state

Christmas is a state

Not of house, but of heart

So help me, dear Jesus

To do my part

To spread its glad tidings

Of goodwill and cheer

Not simply at Christmas

But all through the year

© Janet Martin

Putting away Christmas decor always makes me a little blue,

but then I remember; I am not packing away Christmas...just the clutter:)

Here's to the spirit of Christmas...every day!

She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins." Matt.1:21

Second Chances

 

 

You held it to me in the gentlest of ways
I blushed in embarrassment beneath your kind gaze
As You pulled back the wraps of pink and pale blue
And whispered, ‘My dear, I have something for you’

It was so beautiful, perfect, unmarred
I looked at my old one, so battered and scarred
But You did not remind me of my tangled mess
As you gazed at me in profound tenderness

‘Don’t look at the old one’, I felt His embrace
As He brushed the tears of regret from my face
‘I love You, I am with you, I’ll show you the way’
And He placed into my arms a brand new day

Janet~

A post from my old blog

 

A friend posted this on her face-book page today. Thank-you Megan. I needed to be re-reminded:)

Moment-strings

 

Once upon a time they seemed, it seemed

Bold hindrance twixt present and future-dream

Now these diamonds, strung into the mist

Flaunt their transience dissolved when kissed

How is it that I, when I was young

Pranced over their worth, soft, silver-strung

Now, foolishly though I grope and I reach

All I can touch is the lessons they teach

© Janet Martin

Beyond Philosophy

When my pen is a shackle

And Muse flaunts her noose

I flee to earth’s foothills

Fancy-free and footloose

When hope is a hunger

And Duty is bleak

I find in God’s garden

The things that I seek

In babble of brook-song

In whisper of wind

In nature’s caresses

Both humble, yet grand

In the rush of the seasons

The hush of the night

God’s rejuvenation

Brings faith to my sight

…and the pen becomes weightless

Muse’s noose is a bluff

As thought sings God’s praises

And that is enough

© Janet Martin

Evolvements~

 

You have become

My tender-most part

A tear in my eye

And an ache in my heart

You have become

My beautiful dread

Half-smile on my lips

Love-song in my head

You have become

My perfect romance

Held in the arms

Of thought's gentle dance

You have become

My bittersweet bliss

A sweet memory

Of what no longer is

© Janet Martin

Questionku

Poetic Bloomings challenges us to attempt the questionku

Questionku is a new short form by Richard Lamoureux. By definition it consists of three lines:

Line one:  4 syllables.

Line 2:  5 syllables.

Line 3:  A 6-syllable question.

Questionku on The Wonder of Him

God holds the earth

He saves our souls

Why do we yet doubt Him?

***

God speaks; it IS

None can thwart His will

Is there any greater?

***

God loves us so

Beyond human grasp

Will we ignore His grace?

© Janet Martin

Where Do You Go and How? ...edited re-post

Where and how do you go, old year?

Running and thrumming and flying, my dear

Leaping and sleeping and crying, it’s clear

You have one destination in mind

Dashing and dancing, a skip and a whirl

Grinning and glancing, a trip and a twirl

Crooning and moaning, a swish and a swirl

With only your song left behind

Where do you go and how, dear sir

Spring, summer, fall and back to winter

Don't close your eyes for time is a blur

And slips through our fingers with glee

Where do you go and how, old year

Fleeter your foot with age now I fear

So cherish dear loved ones and hold them near

For Time offers no guarantee

Where do you go so swiftly now

Into the sky on the winds that blow

Never a curtsy, no wave or a bow

Silently into the night

Echo of laughter, of longing’s blue tear

Hope for tomorrow gleams on the New Year

Parting is such sweet sorrow, my dear

Softly you slip out of sight

Janet~