Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Battle Cry





Once more the morning-light breathes on the night and Time expands
Once more we touch the floor toward the door of its demands
And though we do not know what may unfold within its call
Once more we trust the One who goes before us through it all

The poppies blow in Flander’s Field and none can drag Death’s deep
To resurrect what Heaven seals within its sacred keep
Then we should give more earnest heed where hours bleed their vaunt
To He who knows our utter need in spite of what we want

That You should hear our prayers at all oh God, is hard to grasp
We fall then call and oh, it seems we should not dare to ask
Yet God, so rich in patience does not bar his mercy-door
But fills the night with morning light and grace to fight once more

Ephemeral unfolding, moments mold from present, Past
And soon if Time persists the mists of morn form shadows cast
Upon the field where need and yield insists on our return
Where morning light breathes on the night new life-lessons to learn

…once, on a hill at Calvary the God which we fight for
Love is His single weapon; come and lift its banner high
For now once more He fills the night with morning’s battle-cry

© Janet Martin


The Whole Armor of God

10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. 14 Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. 16 In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; 17 and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, 18 praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, Eph. 6:10-18




Monday, November 10, 2014

Another Fall Comes Falling Down





Can you see the colors of another fall come falling down?
Can you feel the steel undoing of autumn’s blush arabesque?
Can you hear those fingers linger boreal against the crown
Of her stately woodland effigy that once was flushed with jest?

Can you see the stark, dark stature of nature in cold repose?
Can you taste upon the stiffness of the gale Time’s o-o-o-h-s and a-a-a-h-s?
Oh, and can you hear the weeping of the stilly-sleeping rose
Like a dirge among the fragment-splurge of everything that was

Can you smell upon the afternoon the blue of early dusk?
Wood-smoke prelude to appointments of unfeigned reality
Tell me, were you with the maidens that would swoon at him, bold, brusque
While his whispers caroused and stripped summer from every tree?

Can you hear among the quietness a sort of interlude?
Heaven’s hush before the rush of white plush rivers fills the air
Can you feel the reel of moments seal into nature subdued
Quickened colors of another fall come falling down Time’s stair

© Janet Martin  


Mom Bartering with her Boy





A penny for your thought, my dear
A penny for your thought
Because to share our thoughts, my dear
Is really all we’ve got

A dime to share your thought, my boy
A dime to keep or spend
But if you share your thoughts, my boy
This dime will buy a friend

A quarter for your thought, my son
A quarter just for you
And if you share your thoughts, my son
Then I might make it two

A dollar to keep quiet, mum
I’ll send it in the mail
These thoughts are all I have, sweet mum
And they are not for sale

© Janet Martin

Heart Trouble



 PAD Challenge day 10:For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Trouble,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and write the poem.

Tremble and do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent. Ps. 4:4

I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. Ps.119:11

The law of their God is in their hearts; their feet do not slip. Ps.37:31

I desire to do your will, my God; your law is within my heart."  Ps.40:8



The terrible terror of sin
That seeks to lord within
 Oh where can we begin
To break its hold apart
Your Word, your word oh God
Is like a mighty rod
Where weakness can be shod
With armies in the heart

The lion of the deep
Roams to and fro to seek
The struggling one, the weak
To deceive and devour
Your Word, your Word, oh Lord
Is like a two-edged sword
It slays dark demon-hoards
With sacred, sovereign power

The spirit is willing but oh
The flesh is feeble, so
To God’s word we must go
To battle fiends of hell
Your Word, your Word, Jesus
Kindly, gently frees us
Where vice trembles, teases
You whisper ‘it is well’

© Janet Martin

Faith-trouble






To know while circumstance deceives
Takes more than this mortality

To trust in God’s infinite grace
To rest in peace amidst life’s storm
Takes more than fingers can embrace  
Or fathom in this flesh-blood form

To reach without tangible touch
To love beyond regard for cost
To give without knowing how much
To make God our sole soul-boast

…takes more than we can prove with might
Tests every Promise we have claimed

© Janet Martin

Living Hope
 ...who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, so that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ;…1 Pet. 1:5-7