Tuesday, January 21, 2014

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~


Monday, January 20, 2014

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




Sunday, January 19, 2014

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:)