Wedding Wish ABC's

I just finished doing the butters for my niece's wedding on Saturday, while reminiscing about our own daughter's days just before the wedding last fall and thinking about what I would wish to a couple just beginning life together.
...to Josh and Brit we wish;

All the best of Amazement and ambition

Bliss and beauty and babies,

Commitment, Contentment, Compassion,

Dedication, devotion and delight,

Excitement and energy,

Fulfillment, friendship and faithfulness,

God’s blessing,

Honesty, happiness, humor and health

Inspiration and intimacy,

Joy,

Kindness,

Laughter, love and loyalty

Music, mirth, moment-miracles,

Niceties,

Opportunity and optimism

Passion, purpose, patience and prayer

Quiet-times

Rose-gardens and rain-bows,

Success, smiles and sunshine

Thankfulness and Togetherness

Understanding

Victory

Wonder, work and wisdom

X-treme enjoyment

Years and years of

Zealousness and zest

© from your Aunt Janet

Yesterday's Rhyme

(getting home-made cards is a beautiful memory we can open again and again!) its the best part of birthdays.

When sky–lines are swaddled in garments of dusk

And we have per-used hours wafting un-kissed

When into the archives of Past we entrust

This Thing formed of waiting and wondering mist

Lord, I pray if it may, oh, let it be

A beautiful, beautiful memory

When what is waiting becomes what once was

When live-learn-love claims this tittle in time

Then we can never unravel the gauze

Willing its twill into yesterday’s rhyme

But, please, dear Lord, oh, if it pleases thee

May it weave a beautiful memory

When what we hold of this ethereal thread

Falls through our fingers into nevermore

When future fills what is done and what is said

as After exposes what now is Before

Lord, I pray if it may, oh let it be

A beautiful, beautiful memory

© Janet Martin

So linger in love’s kiss,

And don’t just touch, feel

We hold for a moment

What new moments steal

Of Bloom-buttoned Grass

Nothing stays

The clocks betrays

Our silly ways

Of holding on

It strips with ease

The clapping trees

Hiding in seas

Of dusk and dawn

Nothing remains

Though thought unchains

Fragmented strains

Of season-art

Bloom-buttoned grass

Alas, alas,

Beguiles the lass

To trust her heart

Nothing will last

Future and past

Embrace the gasp

Of all we hold

Then, love today

For who can say

Which ‘come-what-may’

Waits to unfold

© Janet Martin

Sunrise

On a rainy morning you are not there

Where I can see your locks of gold

Cascading through the eager air

Into time’s ever-bleeding hold

…and yet, I know you wait beyond

This interlude of come-to-pass

To toss your diamonds on the pond

And tickle shadows from the grass

…and strum the lithesome lily-leaf

Or clothe that far celestial gate  

With coral-periwinkle sheaf

Too ethereal to imitate

The harvest of farewell is long

Desire cannot force away

The echo of a cherished song

Where naught but air holds you at bay

Oft, arm-in-arm we waded through

The noise of rhetoric and rules

 Knee-deep in fields of dream and dew

Where now a sea of sorrow pools

© Janet Martin

This Day in June...Canada Mourns

This day sprawling beneath June skies

extends a transient paradise

where we dream dreams with dreamy eyes

and wish our wishes, wanton, wise

This day flows like a river, blue

above earth’s gold-green avenue

where blossoms bloom in sundry hue

and we bloom like the flowers too

This day of hello and goodbye

sprawls languidly beneath June sky

where some will live while others die

but death will come for you and I

This day is like a gift from God

a gem of Time where breezes nod

and skim this place of green-laced sod

where June seems nearly heaven-shod

This day is like a stepping-stone

carved from the grace of God alone

leading from earth to Heaven's throne

God, help us cherish every one

Janet Martin

In our hearts and prayers, we hold them...

This day we mourn with Moncton 

...and Oregon

This song was sung during the memorial service for David Ross

  

All within me, Praise His Holy Name!

…For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust. As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer.…Ps. 103:14-16