Thursday, January 31, 2013

Snow-song





Rollicking, frolicking, feathery fray
Blanketing evergreen, umber and gray
Embellishing fences and skeletal limb
Swirling and whirling celestial hymn

Cotton-soft canticle, mute melody
Tumbling from chambers of infinity
Spiraling splendor decking land and lake
God’s wonder captured in every flake

Dizzying dazzling, soundless madrigal
Heaven’s extravagance sweeping hill and dell
Choir of cherubs tumbling to the earth
Calling to children in merry-white mirth

Dauntless, dancing choristers spilling their glee
Flinging their anthems, footloose, fancy-free
Rollicking, frolicking, feathery lay
This is the song of a winter snow-day

© Janet Martin

Yes, its a snow-day, no school.


From two days of almost non-stop rain melting any snow that had accumulated to
winter making up for lost time...




On Diligence




In this era of instant gratification
And presumed recompense
We seem to discredit
Humble diligence

Its pay-off is patient
Its battle is long
Yet, in its commitment
The weak become strong

We ought not to grow weary
In doing our best
For only the diligent
Truly pass life’s test

© Janet Martin

The lesson I taught to Grades 5&6 this past Sunday in Sunday School was on diligence. It spoke to me on so many levels.


Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Transient Lament





…then, let the dark fret in icy lament
And rage against the far side of the glass
These minstrels pelting frigid limb and grass
Are merely nature’s restless discontent
And like the wantonness of winter-thought
They too shall pass; a twinkle in the eye
Soon we will laugh beneath warm summer sky
Or bask in oceans of for-get-me-not

It is not far to winter’s other side
Moments melt heedless, one into the next
A year veiled in soft half-breath pretext
Slips easily into Time’s thrumming tide
And all the gleaming, potent fantasies
Of better days to come that we desire
While sitting snug beside the flickering fire
Will soon be wafting in the purple autumn breeze

Janet~



Flower-Power


 And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
 yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
 But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?  Matthew 6:28-30





He who denies
God and His awesome power
Has never fully beheld
The heart of a flower

Pink, gold or purple
Magenta or white
All are precious
In His sight

He who desires
To see God's wondrous power
Needs simply to ponder
The art of a flower

Janet ~

Thank-you Megan, for bringing color into a very bleary, dreary gray day:)

Thank-you Nantucket Daffodil for a splash of spring-dreaming! Love that galvanized planter.

Thank-you Kateri, for sharing your beautiful blooms~























Word-flux



 

Sometimes
Words are enough
To convince
Me of
This wonder
Called
Love

Sometimes
Words slaughter
And steal
Love’s assurance
Where only words
Can
Heal 

Darling,
Let's paint a picture
Of oceans stirred
Where we capture
Perfection
Without a
Word

Janet~

Wonder-song





You fill the sea with its fortune
You interlace rock hills with gold
And into the arms of a woman-child
You placed your own Son to hold
You teach the sparrow and swallow
You nudge the bud on the limb
And You grace the harvested fallow
With whispers of day growing dim

God, you hold the stars in the heavens
Reaching fathoms beyond our scope
And you give us innocent children
To fill mundane moments with hope
You shape the fall of a raindrop
You paint the sky on the sea
But the most wonderful wonder of all, my God
Is the wonder that You love me

You point the sun through vast eons
You guide the bird to its nest
You pluck the storm from the ocean
And color the dusk in the west
You give us knowledge and wisdom
And the mortal freedom to choose
The immortal Key to your kingdom
Or the darkness of evil’s dues

God, You father nature’s deliverance
You fill the womb of the earth
God, in love’s tender benevolence
You offer redemption’s re-birth
You bind the chains of the Pleiades
You hear our most feeble call
And God, to know that You love us so
Is the most wonderful wonder of all

Father of Orion’s army
Father of each living thing
Surely Your goodness and mercy
Stirs our longing to sing
Father of boundless compassion
Father of infinity
The micro-drop of the ocean
Is but the beginning of Thee

God of eternal dominion
Perfect and righteous and just
Tipping the jars of the heavens
To nurture this vulnerable dust
Who God, but You can inspire
The bleak, barren furrow and field
Who God, but You can require
The first-fruits of Love’s gracious yield

Who God, but You, is eternal?
Who can boast anything now?
But only what we are able
Because of what You allow
Who can release trembling thunder?
Or explain Love’s mystery
And who can exceed this most wonderful wonder
That this God loves you and me?

© Janet Martin

This song was spawned by the plop of a rain-drop, and like its circle, spread...



Conception of Misconception...





Poetic Bloomings invites us to try the the memento form  today.

In lack of honest, uttered word
Or the ineptness of
Their mien
In truths too seldom breathed or heard
Lost somewhere in self-love
Between

…the moment when I should have said
Those words that I chose not
To say
Before assumptions in your head
Consume your misled thought
Today

© Janet Martin


Of Destinies in the Rain

Tucking Into Bed



The darkness is cloaked in a mantle of rain
Out on the streets in sluggish duress
Late night stragglers suffer its cheerless caress
Pushing through its staccato refrain
Just to make it home in time to peek
At babies snuggled warmly in their cots
And soon the rain begins to soothe their thoughts
Running teardrop kisses down their cheeks
Washing away the ragged robe of cares
For surely there can be no greater joy
Than to behold the soundly-slumbering girl or boy
And to enfold them in our goodnight prayers

© Janet Martin