Time-trace

(it is storming like mid-winter today, instead of almost spring)

I watch

Time trace her proof

Where virgin-bud

Of spring and youth

Have fled

Relenting to

Summer’s passage

Then red

as autumn is spent

And winter

Unleashes its elements

On your head

© Janet Martin

Tracing Tempests

The ragged fringes of the heart are like a battered shore

But oh, the tender treasure cradled where tempests implore

As moment-gems of days gone by render a brooding gleam

To diadems of memory’s indelible requiem

For we can never sever from time’s merciless rampart

The pattern of love’s whispers in the fragments of the heart

The hand of time doles out its share of hellos and good-byes

Meek mourners congregate; somewhere a new-born baby cries

Ah, life and death; none can escape its ordained certainty

Our final breath is but the gate to vast eternity

The feathered brush of finger-tips and lips extend their touch

Within the rush of rising tides and sinking ships and such

Darling, sometimes I hide behind the skin that shapes my face

Where love is strung; silver sequins on echoes I embrace

For utter grief and joy are imbued by a tear's caress

An uncharted alloy of bitter-sweetest tenderness

Evoking in keen, sudden half-breath, a tsunami force

Yet delicate awareness of Time’s ethereal discourse

Time is nothing but moments melding one into the next

The past an unveiled eon of hope’s imminent pretext

For now the tune that spawns our laughter falls into the deep

Of ageless ever-after; unmarked graves where moments sleep

As hearts with ragged fringes bear its onslaught valiantly

A gate of mystic hinges opens and shuts soundlessly

© Janet Martin

The Light

No one can turn on the dark on a whim

Darkness evolves as light grows dim

Light overcomes darkness as dawn fades the night

And darkness can never extinguish the Light

Take heart fellow pilgrim, this journey through life

Will take us through valleys of turmoil and strife

While doom-criers wail ‘it is dark’, we fight

For darkness will never extinguish the Light

© Janet Martin

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. Gen1:1-3

The Word of God begins with Light!

The Morning Comes...

The darkness blots beneath its reach

Earth’s swell of pasture, hill and beach

The field that bears each season-sweep

Fades out into ebony deep

The pallid moon, a soundless wraith

Above charcoal landscapes of faith

And though the darkness steals our sight

Though faith alone must be our light

We know, in spite of what we see

No night is for eternity

And just beyond this onyx scope

Glimmers the morning-tide of hope

Even the void of darkest dark

Is pierced by nothing but a spark

And by and by the blackest hour

Softens beneath a keener power

Of mercy whispers; night succumbs

To heaven’s rule; the morning comes

© Janet Martin

The morning comes

No night remains

The Light of faith

Succors, sustains

And by and by

Shalom, shalom

We lift our eyes

The morning comes…

 They were also to stand every morning to thank and praise the LORD. They were to do the same in the evening 1 Chron. 23:30

Live Gently...

The first shoots, fresh and green

Are fragile, delicate

We must treat them with gentle care

Lest in our haste they break

Speak gently to the child

That in life’s road we meet

Lest thoughtlessly we wound the heart

So young and pure and sweet

Live gently, do not run

This race with frantic rush

For then we may not turn to see

The tender souls we crush

Hold gently to the hand

Of love, for who can tell

When the last drop of moment-song

Will whisper Time’s farewell?

© Janet Martin

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We are eagerly a-waiting those first shoots of spring!

Of Impossibilities

It is impossible

To love

And hold a grudge

Simultaneously

***

It is impossible

To trust and fear

Simultaneously

***

It is impossible

To serve self

And God

Simultaneously

***

It is impossible

To be happy

Without thankfulness

***

It is impossible

To be unhappy

With thankfulness

***

It is impossible

To give our best

While harboring guilt

***

It is impossible

To glorify God

While seeking personal gain

***

It is impossible

To dislike

Sleeping children

It is impossible

To teach

Simply by speech

***

It is impossible

To have friends

Without being a friend

***

It is impossible

To rejoice with those who rejoice

While jealous

***

It is impossible

To live a godly life

And a selfish one

***

It is impossible

To enter Heaven

But by the grace of God

© Janet Martin

We cannot escape
the awesome wonder
of God in this world!
It is impossible.
~Adrian Rogers~

March Wind-song

Above the crypt of Time’s lament

The March wind moans in discontent

Its discourse fingering the limb

Of nature’s stricken diadem

Where soon its dormancy will swell

And fill the void of winter’s knell

Moments startle then pass, benign

Shaping the earth's horizon-line

To seasons where softly we brave

Its rendering, before our grave

Is decked with rose-and-wreath-caress

Tuning the March wind’s wantonness

The shroud of life’s unknowns evoke

Within the heart a tender cloak

Of courage, hope; for what are we

But whispers of mortality

Before we take our place among

The notes composing March wind’s song

© Janet Martin

Today its gray song wanders the gray landscape, threatening to spill in gray snow-tears.

Friday Thoughts

 

It’s Friday

And with the laundry

We fold another week

To our breast

Where soon its cup of

Laughter, loving

And trifling toil will rest

It’s Friday

Another week of memories

Gathers where

We linger to finger

Its brush-strokes on the air

Knowing in our heart

Rests living’s most priceless art

It’s Friday

And the beauty

Of what was, rivals

With the hope

Of what is to be

Before another Friday comes

To take its place

In history

© Janet Martin

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Good or bad

Happy or sad

Soon this day will be

A memory

I'm writing this midst chatting with my older two daughters as we wake up over coffee (a sweet moment because we almost never get up at the same time:)

...also, here's to hoping today’s memories will include the kids helping me clean;)) We’ve all had lots of fun this March break week, now it’s time for some good, down-to-earth living.OXOX.

Dear hubby, someday these past few weeks will be nothing but ‘in those years when I had that truck…It’s been a truck/year of high frustration and financial strain for him and the company he works for!