Autumn Morning After Midnight Rain...

Midnight rain slumbers; a mantle on morn

Scarf of frothed jewels on frost-fingered corn

Summer sleeps somewhere beneath tumbled row

Of ghost-garden graveyards where sweet echoes blow

Whisper of wishes and worries subside

Soft is the raiment of midnight’s rain-tide

Seeping its sigh to the core of the soul

Willing our wants to a Higher Control

Ocean of moments are swept to the sky

Fallow and fortune, a wink of the eye

Here in the balance twixt morning and night

We join all nature in Time’s transient flight

Pendulums play out another swift hour

Autumn falls prey to its ethereal pow’r

But, in the still morning after midnight-rain

Mercy breathes courage to trust once again

© Janet Martin

Where Did the Summer Go?

Where did the summer go?

The highlight of each year

Is gathered in the silent flow

Of gold and scarlet tear

The green-leaf of fair June

Trembles upon the limb

Where blue wind strums a fading tune

In Nature’s farewell hymn

Where did the summer go?

Oh, coveted abyss

Of wave-washed shore, clover-plateau

And morning’s mellow kiss

She disappeared while we

Absorbed in her romance

Of floral and sun chivalry

Harboured Time’s onward dance

When did the summer leave?

How did she shield her grief?

She fell beneath the weeping tree

In every little leaf

© Janet Martin

Leaves in the Rain...

Leaves in the rain sing a lonesome refrain

Deep in the darkness when daylight is done

Pitter-oh-patter, a somnolent splatter

Weeping for loves ones and hours long-gone

Leaves in the sun gleam gold; medallions

Whispering, giggling in merry melee

But leaves in the rain strum a mournful-sweet strain

Carol akin to love’s fond memory

Leaves in the wind are like eager children

Chattering, chattering without a care

But leaves in the rain play a tender refrain

Rising and falling into the night air…

© Janet Martin

Hubby was called in to work this weekend leaving me with a wee bit of unexpected blogging time!It's foggy and rainy outside today.

I will be away for a while...

No Middle Way

 

... choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve...Joshua 24:15

C. S. Lewis said this in a 1939 essay, “Learning in War-Time.” Here’s how he explained it:
[Religion] must occupy the whole of life. There is no question of a compromise between the claims of God and the claims of culture, or politics, or anything else. God’s claim is infinite and inexorable. You can refuse it: or you can begin to try to grant it. There is no middle way.
Yet in spite of this it is clear that Christianity does not exclude any of the ordinary human activities. St. Paul tells people to get on with their jobs

Excerpt found here 

As we don the duties
Of another new day
We press toward Heaven,
There is no middle way

On the path of Living
We go, side by side
But at Gates of Heaven
This road will divide

Faith is the substance
Of hope and belief
Life is the highway
To its last relief

We labor together
But choose deep within
The God we will worship
Jehovah or sin

We cannot escape it
Try though we may
When we get to Heaven
There is no middle way...

Janet Martin

Wishing you each a blessed week-end!



 

Power-source

I could not bear

Life’s weight of care

But for the fellowship

Of prayer

I could not face

Life’s grueling race

But for the mercy

Of God’s grace

I could not hope

For Heaven above

But for the goodness

Of God’s love

© Janet Martin

Sacred Sieve

Dark solitude of midnight fills the space

Where dawn has slipped to join all yesterdays

Another day of labor, love and grace

Becomes a picture in thought’s tender gaze

The unknowns of the morn have been unveiled

As hours of daylight flare to fade again

The willingness of Time pours from Love’s grail

In colors mixed according to God’s plan

Heartache and hope in half-breaths synchronize

Faith yearns to touch a Hand we cannot see

But from earth-altars Heaven hears our cries

And comforts those who seek Him earnestly

…and soon the dawn will sweep the dark awry

Another cup of unknowns in Time’s glass

We need not fear; the Painter of the sky

Cradles the sieve through which all colors pass

© Janet Martin

I'm so thankful we cannot see the day's 'colors' in advance...

Of Shorelines...

Here we are once more, once more

Our faces pointed to a shore

We cannot see until That Day

We put mortality away

Life is not futile squandering

Or little bitty wandering

To fall away like petal bloom

And die forever in a tomb

Here a twenty-four hour span

Is called a day in jars of man

But when we pass that Final Shore

No hours chart forevermore

…for then will be eternity

This thought should stir us soberly

How sad to wake beyond that shore

Somehow to have missed Heaven’s door…

© Janet Martin

 Come, let us worship and bow down, Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker. For He is our God, And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand. Today, if you would hear His voice,Do not harden your hearts...Ps. 57:6-8