Of Gossamer Eclipses...Nostalgic Re-post)

Make today a day of 'feeling' moments before they slip to nevermore...Yes! the tree is decorated at last.

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

To ageless memory

Janet Martin

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/05/of-gossamer-eclipses.html#sthash.JTDkp0co.dpuf

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/05/of-gossamer-eclipses.html#sthash.JTDkp0co.dpuf

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/05/of-gossamer-eclipses.html#sthash.JTDkp0co.dpuf

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/05/of-gossamer-eclipses.html#sthash.JTDkp0co.dpuf

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/05/of-gossamer-eclipses.html#sthash.JTDkp0co.dpuf

Away, away, the past is laid

In coffers firmly sealed

Afar, afar the future waits

Its mystery unrevealed

But now, but now one moment breathes

A gossamer eclipse

As future becomes present

For one gasp upon our lips

Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft

To time’s elusive crypt

Just as another, whisper-soft

Brushes our finger-tips…

Future to present to the past

The shadow of all three

Coalesce as they are cast

In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2012/05/of-gossamer-eclipses.html#sthash.JTDkp0co.dpuf

December Dusk

December twirls smoke-curlicues

To avenues of bluer blues

Outlines are stark before the dark

Of dusk bids brusque land-lords adieu

The lowering of evening

Is tangible, its air a cloth

Spilling in satin seraphim

And overtures of ether Bach

Soon afternoon is stripped of light

Tuning tresses with silent night

As star-froth falls to deck the halls

Of hill and field in silver-white

And bard becomes a beggar where

The yard and boulevard are bare

Of rush, the plush of velvet hush

 A brush on dusk’s flushed thoroughfare

Blue deepens until naught remains

Of scenes outside our windowpanes

Where peace on earth is home and hearth

Beneath the dark that dusk unchains

And suddenly the world is strange

As dark and daylight interchange

In blue adieu and curlicue

Of wood-smoke drifting ‘cross the range

© Janet Martin

Speechless Praise

I stood on the fringe of a dark new-born day

And I couldn’t think of the right words to say

To He who saw fit

To extend a bit

Time’s affidavit of gold and gray

I stood on the edge of a ledge, soft, surreal

Caught, as it were, on time’s still-turning wheel

And I couldn’t think

The sky was so pink

And earth but a wink beneath heaven’s appeal

I stood on the brink of vast, imminent Past

Motionless while moments hasten so fast

Speechless, I bow

On this God-granted Now

Beneath the glow of Love’s new mercy-cast

I stood on the fringe of new day’s sacred ground

What can I say where the night, morning-crowned

Spills ‘round my feet

And out onto the street?

…thought repeats ‘thank-You’ with nary a sound

© Janet Martin

Then Let It Begin...

…then let it begin not in the din

Of feeble Happy Holiday

But with the love of God above

He gave Jesus on Christmas Day

…then let it begin with Love’s First Gift

Not tinsel-strewn or paper-shod

But in a humble cattle-stall

Came Jesus Christ the Son of God

…then let it begin with awe of Him

Creator of sky, sea and sod

Came down to earth in lowly birth

A peasant’s Babe, the Son of God

…then let it begin with Hope and Peace

And not the fretting, getting-race

But with this joy of Baby Boy

That came to save us by God’s grace

© Janet Martin

Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men.…Phil. 2:5-7

Time's Other Side

Today we stand on Time's out-stretched hand...

But Time is subtle, sinking sand

While we make plans we would be wise

to look beyond what satisfies

this mortal tent in which we bide

until we reach time’s other side

The plans we ponder here below

are subjected to change, we know

But, One appointment waits astride

this passage to time’s other side

Without a doubt someday we’ll stand

before Love’s reaching nail-scarred hands,

Will we ignore this certain tide

that leads us to time’s other side?

Time’s other side of timeless deep

cups this wee gasp of moment-sweep,

Earnest, sincere we should prepare

while on this side of ‘over there’

© Janet Martin

 Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. Mark 16:16

Midnight's Battle-wounds

The middle night is dark and deep and sages sleep while poets fight

Rife tides that never slumber but humbly beseech their hands to write

And so they do, sail out into a frost-fraught solitude where thought

Is stirred and drifts from word to word to find the very one it sought

The middle night is like a lake and moments break in ripples where

The frigate of vast centuries is harbored in its laden air

The undertows of highs and lows tug at a poet’s searching pen

To spill from quill the tempest-will of tug-of-warring minds of men

The middle night unbars the stars soldered by daylight’s polished poise

Now torrents of both loss and love thunder through thought without a noise

Then, softly falls upon the page, its madrigals of ageless age

Like blood-drops from the battle-wounds in wars that only poet’s wage

© Janet Martin