Half-past Wondering

The clock climbs over

curves of a year

too quickly

closing the window of fantasy

a little farther

with every added candle

…pushing Future to Past

in shortcuts

it seems.

Dreams

follow the sky

that has fallen over her dusk

nigh fifty years

its dust stoking the light in her eyes

occasionally

or

is it tears?

Once upon a time

air was enough

to lure her to life’s dance-floor,

tossing caution to tomorrow

tipping the glass of freedom

daring to drink

too much

…no regrets

Bests have humbled her.

Tests have taught her.

Stumbles and fumbles

her legacy

as she reaches for the sky

and learns to fly.

Perhaps

she has never been wooed

completely

but she has been loved

and blessed

…her heart broken

Once

© Janet Martin

Of Merchants and Morning-gold

Dawn draws darkness from our windows

Where dusk drew its shutters tight

Through the latticework of limb-frames

Morning fills Time’s bowl with light

And we, merchants of its measure

Cannot pocket heaven-gold

Tithed alike to all, this treasure

Spills freely from mercy’s hold

Will we waste or handle wisely

This allowance of God’s love?

This is not mere nature-notion

Drenching pasture, street and grove

Dawn draws darkness from our windows

See the sieve of mercy sift

Gold-gray nuggets shaped in moments

To we, merchants of Time’s gift

© Janet Martin

As you have likely noticed, this is the window from which I purvey each day-break. This morning flung a rampant river of gold, in spite of FREEZING cold!

  

Today's Flavour!

  

sometimes in the morning I wonder

'What will be your flavor today'

as your wrapper unravels 

and drifts to the ages

will I remember 

you

far, far

away?

We never know what wonder is hidden

in mist-wrapped mystery of morning-sky

Will we recall you

when you are bidden

beyond our taste-buds

to 

Time's 

by-and-by?

Sometimes I wonder

'will it be sweet or bitter?'

This thing unfolding

from future foray

but oh, what a wonderful,

God's-grace experience

as we discover

the

flavor

of 

the day!

Janet~

Because Faith is not Sight...

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God, you deliver

Signs and wonders

In the twinkling of an eye

Gracious Giver

Supreme Creator

Oh, we lift Your name on high

And pray…

God, we know how

You parted waters

Granting favor

In the midst of the fight

We come to you

There is none greater

And oh, God, Faith is not sight

So we pray...

God, no one precedes or

 Succeeds Your power

All is cupped in the palm of Your hand

Earth and heaven

Skies and water

Rise and fall at Your command

So we pray…

God, the darkness

Of life’s Unknown

Is not larger than Your Light

And the fear

That would enthrone

Is not stronger than Your might

So we pray…

Lead us not

Into temptation

Where demons of doubt assail

God and Father

Of creation

Hope pours from Your holy Grail

As we pray…

© Janet Martin

Our friends covet your prayers once again  for a 48hr. miracle!

...and who is this God we pray to? A young man from our congregation spoke the message in our worship hour yesterday and he spoke on who this God is.(click on this link for the message); Matt Robinson - Reflecting His Lordship

I surrender; Hillsong

Love Y'all

 (here is this morning's 'on my chair in front of a square screen' scene) now I suddenly sense Duty tugging me from my perch, reminding me who's boss;) see you later and have a beautiful whatever-you-are-doing Day!

Hey you,

Yes, you

There

On your chair

In front of a square

Screen

Thank-you,

For the

Beautiful encouragement

You have been

Love y’ all!

Janet~

Intangible Doggerel

I keep you close

Intangible touch

Thought’s deft deliverance

Of echoes and such

 Willow-wind whispers

Of ‘what-once-had-beens’

Warms wanton waiting

Of touch in-betweens

Past is a poem

Of farewells grown cold

Hope is halo

Of tomorrow-gold

Destiny’s doggerel

Keens a ball-room

Where thought can dance

With what is yet to come

So I keep you close

Like intangible air

For nothing can sever

Two hearts held in prayer

Janet~

Time's Other Side

 She danced across the dawn in gold before slipping into a modest gray day-gown...

Here in the crux twixt ‘has been and ‘will be’

Lifetimes are rendered; the surge of a sea

That can never be fettered or clutched in our fists

Sweeps through our fingers in moment-tide mists

Startling proposals of courage and fear

Stream from a phantom, infinite frontier

Over the ramparts of ‘present’ they roar

Passion and pathos vexing the same door

Empyrean portico glistens with gold

Spilling its merit to our fumbling hold

Soon to the crypt of forevermore slips

Half-sigh incitements perplexing our lips

Darling, the aftermath of thought fulfilled

Echoes on beaches where Time's touch has spilled

Death treads a skyline where living implores

Dreamers and schemers alike to its shores

Here in the crux twixt ‘has been’ and ‘will be’

Moment-by-moment life-drops fill a sea

And we, time-drunk sailors on hope’s valiant tide

Battle the breakers to Time’s other side

Lord, grant Your mercy as here in the crux

Twixt ‘has been’ and ‘will be’ we prove our gods

Half-moment shimmers, redundant, yet new

Sheer transportation to Time’s Grand Adieu

© Janet Martin

Walk...

We know not what today may weave

Beneath skies down-cast or bright blue

But no matter where it leads

Lord, may it be a walk with You

The Unknown cradled in Your hands

Soon reveals its hill and hue

Familiar lanes or foreign lands

Lord, may it be a walk with You

Oh Lord, you never force our feet

We choose what we say and do

But, as today unfurls its street

Oh, may it be a walk with You

© Janet Martin

Our hue today? White. Very White with a forecast of...more white:)