Wonderful, Wonderful Wonder

Cyndy's post is super-inspiring and bids us pause in grateful wonder!

Glory above us and glory on sod

Bow down, oh people and worship our God

For, He did not build for Eve’s offspring a cell

But placed us midst wonders to wondrous to tell

Glory in blossom, in sunrise, sunset

Glory in all that a seed will beget

Over and over in each season-span

God spills His miracles to common man

Bow down, oh people and worship our God

He pours His glory on sky, sea and sod

Over and under, without and within

Wonderful, wonderful wonder of Him

© Janet Martin

Oh, Isn't It Amazing?

 ...For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace. John I:16

Oh, isn’t it amazing as we stand where morning’s door

Swings softly outward beckoning where none have gone before

And gold melts into puddles where the gray of yesterday

Is gone and done, and God alone rolls out Time’s untried way

Oh, isn’t it amazing how with shadow, there is light

How God, in loving tenderness slips new day over night

And then in eager fullness He, in spite of our mistakes

Spills mercy into morning pouring more grace upon grace

Oh, isn’t it amazing, how where apprehensions groan

God begs us to go boldly into this day’s new Unknown

For He will never leave us or forget this troubled place

But with His fullness satisfies Want, with grace upon grace

Oh, isn’t it amazing, though our track-record is grim

Still love implores with open doors and glimpses rich with Him

For God, so rich in mercy from a high and holy place

Pours into us His fullest blessing of grace upon grace

© Janet Martin

...and it seems fitting to post this favorite hymn by a favorite band (we miss you, George)

Wily Genius...

To fill my gaze with you, I cannot do

For Time, the wily genius obliterates my view

And all those frames I vowed to keep

Dissolve to nothing while I sleep

Hush, vapor silhouette of you; hold still

How is it that you fade against my will?

And though my heart is full of you, alas

I cannot keep one tittle in time’s glass

And while the sugar-coated hours run

Like laughter-colored streams beneath the sun

I vow anew to keep unsullied this

…a moment fading even as we kiss

Against my will I must refill my eyes

Not with what was; that is dirt's foolish guise

But with what is; for it is all we have

As Time the wily genius makes us brave

© Janet Martin

How often do we do this; drink deeply of a moment vowing to keep it forever, only to have it melt beneath our touch?

Closed Corridors

The perils of a pen and script

Can keep one fearful and tight-lipped

Lest one brave touch unveils the art

In corridor from head to heart

Where we try hard to keep intact

Those love-scarred walls of all we lack

But on a night of pale moonlight

When all is still save for the flight

Of mist-maned breeze lolling in trees

Thus stirring want and memories

It is not hard to yield one’s will

To invitations of a quill

I cannot speak with pen and ink

Those thoughts I hardly dare to think

And yet within me pounds a surf

Of poetry on guarded turf

Where I am too fearful to tread

…that corridor from heart to head

© Janet Martin

So It Goes

 Yesterday was one of those days I didn't want to end...but it did. My niece and her fiance(his family also friends of ours) got married. I love weddings! so much. As I listened to the speeches it struck me again how precious each day is and the memories we take from them as they take their place in The Past.

So it goes; life’s highs and lows

Are brushed to closures ether-wrought

Where the refrains of what remains

Unchains their strains in naught but thought

So it goes; one season flows

Into the next; a seamless spawn

Where laughter, tears, despair and cheer

Soon disappears in years bygone

So it goes; the bud, the rose

Will soon compose their after math

Where we return to learn or yearn

For petals scattered on Time’s path

So it goes; the zephyr blows

Where clocks disclose life’s give and take

We cannot cling to anything

Save for the memories we make

© Janet Martin