His Name is Jesus

(I’ve used this title before but this Greatest Name of All Names bears repeating for ‘in him was Life and that life was the light of men’.

In Him was life

The One who died

Descended to be

Crucified

He who said,

‘I am the bread,

The living water,

They despised

And instead

Rejected, led

Like lamb to slaughter

Jesus Christ

Word became flesh

His flesh loathed, torn

They smote, spat, crowned

Jesus with thorns

Our righteousness

This One, Jesus

With ‘it is finished’

Set man free

Obedience

Even to death

Conquered Death,

How can it be?

In Him was Life

The Light of men

A rockbound tomb

Could not contain

He broke death’s chains

Victorious

What is His name?

His name is Jesus

© Janet Martin

She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins." Matt. 1:21

Student Card

With new-born breath we are enrolled

Into the School of Life

Where no one is too young or old

To taste Time’s joy or strife

Life spills its lessons in the moil

Of toil’s everyday vaunt

Its students we, of sorrow’s spoil

Of have and hold and want

The hunger of life’s loss and love

Begins on birth’s first page

First touch, first step, first word, we move

From age to age to age

…as from one class we graduate

Only to humbly find

New lessons laid on learning's plate

To test heart, hand and mind

The Teacher is a tree, a child,

A thousand voices veiled

Within the winsome and the wild

Of battles won and failed

The Master is a loving God

Not harsh or cruel or grim

He scrawls our lessons on earth’s sod

To prove our need of Him

The wise take heed and ever learn

The wonder of it all

While foolish loathe, spurn and return

 A wasted, crumpled ball

Once more Time opens up its door

This day the Lord has made

Invites us to learn and explore

Toward our passing grade

© Janet Martin

I held a new-born recently marveling at her response to touch, her need as she whimpered in hunger...

Her Grandma shares a burden of sorrows for a daughter being tested beyond understanding, yet filled with joy at the wonder of new life; ah, the spectrum of life-lessons, intense, hard, beautiful...

Journey of A Mother's Heart as Her Daughter Turns Thirteen

 While I was picking up a few groceries on Sat. Victoria surprised me with a fresh Spring center-piece on the dining-room table.

(this week's Saturday muffins; carrot-raisin-nut)

A mother’s heart can tiptoe soft

The pencil-line shadow of Thirteen

Stretched all the way to the evergreen

As child, but not for long, waits for the bus

A mother’s heart can clench sweet agony

As floral cup touches lip

Where Thirteen discovers the friendship

Found in a cup of mango-tea

A mother’s heart can follow like a prayer

That arm-and-leg dreamer and dancer

As Time, ever a smooth romancer

Courts Thirteen without a care

A mother’s heart can break and heal

In one quavering inhale, exhale

Where Thirteen, tumult of smile-tear regale

Teeters twixt woman and girl

A mother’s heart can bend and bear

Love’s fabric, as Thirteen grins

Oblivious to worlds beneath a mother’s skin

And that long, slow, seamless tear

© Janet Martin

 Something about Thirteen that gets me every time! Victoria turned 13 a few weeks ago and suddenly she just seems older.

The Newness of Nothing New

There is nothing new of sun and rain

But on the other hand, how can that be?

This pastel backdrop rising from Time’s sea

Unveils before our gaze newness again

The wonder of new morning fills a scope

Where what is seen will soon be something more

Yet we must wait while newness draws the door

Ajar to filament of mortal hope

Summer and winter’s repetitious clime

Is nothing new, they say, yet from its sheen

A virgin hour unravels from a skein

Where none before have touched this thread of time

The moorland mead is bathed in burnished bronze

And we have never seen it quite like this

How just a bit of sun and morning mist

Transform night’s doleful dark to golden ponds

Nothing is new, said the old Prophet of yore

Perhaps ‘tis true in the grand scheme of things

But oh, the wonder that new morning brings

Stirs in the human heart new hope once more

© Janet Martin

 What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.

Ecclesiastes 1:9

Even in our 'nothing new's', there is so much 'new'!

 

'Oh mom', they laugh as I stare transfixed. 'It's just another sunrise!'

'No', I reply, 'It's never 'just another sunrise' because we have never seen this one before and we never will again so look, look long before it is gone...forever!'

Thank-you Card

Light cleaves to air where just a while ago

Midnight clung to each ridge in boundless black

Dawn breathes its glory o’er time’s testing track

Grace scrawls deliverance in burnished gold

Creature complaint though common unto man

Falls mute beneath this ether evidence

Of God extending patient providence

Above this marred and sullied sorrow-span

…for morning is each longest night’s reward

Mercy does not withhold the hope of dawn

God holds love’s beacon as we journey on

And all that we can say is thank-you, Lord

© Janet Martin

 Worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness; tremble before him, all the earth. Ps.96:9

As Long as Earth Remains...

Raise up glad offering of praise and fill the air with song

The gracious Keeper of our days does not forsake His own

And He has promised nevermore to curse the ground again

Though we are rotten to the core and arrogant and vain

As long as earth remains, God said, I will not wipe away

Seedtime and harvest, summer, winter; night will turn to day

So lift hope’s hymn of gratitude; By God’s goodness man lives

And though his heart is wicked yet God’s gracious love forgives

Hallelujah, even as relentless winter seethes and moans

We will praise Him lest His worship rises from the stones

For as long as earth remains the Lord our God assures

Winter will turn to summer for as long as earth endures

© Janet Martin 

Gen.8:20-22...

 Then Noah built an altar to the LORD, and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird and offered burnt offerings on the altar. The LORD smelled the soothing aroma; and the LORD said to Himself, "I will never again curse the ground on account of man, for the intent of man's heart is evil from his youth; and I will never again destroy every living thing, as I have done. "While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, And cold and heat, And summer and winter, And day and night Shall not cease."

Yes, I'd Settle for Dandelions Too

"The first day of spring is one thing, 

and the first spring day is another.

The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month."

~ Henry van Dyke

Found the above quote on  Pamela's blog and needed to share it on this stormy Saturday morning...but if you're hungry for some spring pics hop over to her optimistic post:) She mentioned she would even settle for dandelions! I think here we would all settle for dandelions too...anything but white on white on white...

I'd settle for dandelions although I've tugged them tenaciously from each garden row

Or trampled without much appreciation, their sassy yellow-fellow grin

Our eyes are winter-weary, though we don smiles bravely stretched to cheery

We pine vehemently for tender touch of sun-warm kisses on our skin

I'd settle for rain-song rolling from leaves into gutters and gullies and eaves

And about that picnic we planned; I'd smile though it must be postponed a while

Spring vistas are darling and ever-green-sweet even when enjoyed from a window-seat

We crave vivid shades on the Artist's palette; to tease and please and beguile

Bedraggled bushes and mud on the mat; why, I would even settle for that

Because it simply means that earth is preparing for colors like green and gold

As rivers and streams rush and gush with the demise of winter's spent reams

While we kick off shoes and winter blues prepared to bid adieu to its cold

Janet :~)

Hubby just called to remind me that yesterday was March equinox meaning in 3 mos. the days start getting shorter!

...yes, I'd settle for dandelions!

But She Will

 Thursday, our first day of spring did not win any popularity contests!

The weather worsened after I was home...

Spring, as of yet has not beget

What she is well known for

Of violet vales and emerald dales

And glad, sun-dappled floor

She has not spun from rain and sun

Those blossoms on the tree

Or teased to naught the frigid draught

Of winter revelries

But given time, this stricken clime

Of ice and sleet and snow

Will bear with joy the kind alloy

Of green and golden glow

And we know soon the afternoon

Will toss her sun-flecked lanes

Beneath our feet, though now a sheet

Of weary white remains

Spring has not brought forget-me-not

Tulip or daffodil

No garden-play or willow-sway

Or robins, but she will

© Janet Martin