Ah, Summer

 

We celebrated Father's Day and the first day of summer at the Toronto Bluejay's game. It was a fun game to watch...lots of hits and runs!

Baltimore Orioles (36-33)

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Toronto Blue Jays (37-34)

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Recap - Box Score - More Highlights

Summer rolls out her green carpet

For Guests at an informal ball

Sprawled beneath a blue umbrella

Topping earth’s bloom-and-belle hall

Summer uncurls yellow laughter

Anticipation is a girl

Giggling her way through each chapter

Where bloom-and-belle hellos unfurl

Summer becomes her; the ribbons

Of breeze through tree-tops waft noon-soft

Teasing hours and flowers grinning

With bloom-belles that once snowflakes quaffed

Summer, earth’s reply to winter

Summer, earth’s song to the soul

Summer, the dreamer’s forever

Summer, a love-letter world

© Janet Martin

To the Lordship of Eternity

Sometimes, my lord, we tremble at the very thought of Thence

And how the vow of things to come will not keep us apart

Somewhere beyond this pond of sky-blue-eyed indifference

You wait, Formless Supremacy, to quell the human heart

…and what is man against the span of Unfathomable?

You hover, covering the imminence of what will be

With what Is; and sometimes Time’s teeny tick and tock can lull

Us to complacency, distracted by mortality

The Great Debaters challenge you; you never say a word

Your existence no one can prove, yet everyone must guess

At your vastness; some jeer at fear of you, still undeterred

You loom; we groom thought-images of baffled emptiness

My Lord, the loudness of Today cannot shut out for long

Death’s silence and Hereafter where life’s laughter and its tears

Inevitably lead to you; the On and On and On

Of ten thousand years but a day; a day ten-thousand years

© Janet Martin

What Then, My Love, What Then? (a question of utmost importance!)

Internet is too slow for pics;(

When all the days that we have known are melted into Yore

And Past is that Last steppingstone into Forevermore

When all the summer-longs are gone and all the winters thrust,

Pray tell, what then, when sons of men lay down this garb of dust?

When we join death’s begotten where forgotten ages roll

And all that yet remains of us is our undying soul

And even those who once loved us lie as we in That When

Of on and on and on and on, pray tell, my love, what then?

When all we deem important falls like soiled and crumpled socks

And nothing that we do can woo the etiquette of clocks

When Choice has sealed its freedom and The Voice from Heaven hails

As grace resigns its sympathy and Mercy seals its grails

...what then, my love, what then, when that last, Awesome Exhale bows?

When Repentance or Unbelief acquaints us with our vows

Will that last breath called Death unveil for us Heaven or Hell?

And if we think we will escape, what then, my love, pray tell?

© Janet Martin

Pay Attention to Salvation

…For if the word spoken through angels proved unalterable, and every transgression and disobedience received a just penalty, how will we escape if we neglect so great a salvation? After it was at the first spoken through the Lord, it was confirmed to us by those who heard, God also testifying with them, both by signs and wonders and by various miracles and by gifts of the Holy Spirit according to His own will.

 Heb. 2:2-4

Do you know Jesus?

 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved." Acts 4:12

God is Good and Faithful...

No matter what we do, say, deny or believe, God is good and faithful still 

even when we cannot explain His pure and perfect will.

The art of word cannot defer

Nor from the heart and soul deter

Those things that God to life ordains

Of human hurt and sorrow-pains

Lest we, in laughter’s lease forget

That God is good and faithful yet

This load that we are called to bear

Of living’s give and taking care

Is but the little leap whereby

We traverse to the by-and-by

And all must submit to death’s chill

Where God is good and faithful still

The art of word cannot estrange

The heart and soul from the exchange

Of transient to eternity

As flesh dons immortality

For naught of thought annuls the soul

Where faithful God is in control

© Janet Martin

Even though my Uncle Abner knows that God is good and faithful still, he sorrows now in the death of his wife and soul-mate, Almeda(mentioned at the end of this post) who passed away yesterday.

Know therefore that the LORD thy God, he is God, the faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love him and keep his commandments to a thousand generations; 

Deut.7:9 KJV

The Love of June

(really wet then quick cold to hot is making for a brief peony season;( so we enjoy now as much as we can!)

Here is my weekly wikem on June:

June is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year. Wikipedia

If lent the chance my feet would dance across Her flowered dress

Without a break for slumber; unencumbered by Due’s call

Where she has spread above our heads a great celestial ball

And planted earth in gardens spilling rainbow happiness

If nature had a law that could be bent it would be June

We would extend the hours of Her stay and stretch the place

That seems to tease and put at ease the care-worn human face

Kissing us with appointments beneath arc of willow-tune

Even the critic is hard pressed to pinpoint valid flaws

She tilts his chin to marvel at the colors of her smile

And fills the fields with daisies; clover-hazy lanes beguile

The most industrious of creatures to relent and pause…

…to taste the haste of honeyed-noon dripping from heaven’s spoon

To drink the pink of peony and ponder as we stroll

The bud and how it holds within its folds a perfect soul

And proof of our ineptness to improve the love of June

© Janet Martin