Overflowing...

Earth is overwhelmed with flowers

Heaven over-poured with blue

As night, overcome with hours

Overlays the old with new

Hearts are overjoyed with music

As green overtures unfold

Where an over-caring Maestro

Scatters overtones of gold

Over, under, all around us

Nature’s gladness overthrows

Want with over-eager roses

Summer’s wellspring overflows

…overflows each bud with blossom

Overflows Time’s stream with days

Overflowing earth with Awesome

Overflowing into praise

© Janet Martin

 Therefore as you have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, 7having been firmly rooted and now being built up in Him and established in your faith, just as you were instructed, and overflowing with gratitude. Col.2:6-7

 
May my lips overflow with praise, for you teach me your decrees. Ps.119:171



 Praise the LORD, all nations; Laud Him, all peoples! For His lovingkindness is great toward us, And the truth of the LORD is everlasting. Praise the LORD!

Psalms 117

Alliterations About Life and its Losses

Sometimes life simply limps along

Its laugh-lines lost to sorrow's skin

Bare-naked breath strips lips of song

While wishes wash heart-worlds within

Sometimes Want’s woe of letting go

Fractures fulcrums of fantasy

And we are left, broken, bereft

Beggars of God’s gracious mercy

Ethereal emptiness can fill

The heart with hurt, but Hope will heal

Sometimes life simply limps along

While we await Abba’s appeal

© Janet Martin

I hope you have a Happy-heart Saturday.

Please pray for my Uncle Abner as he adjusts to life without his wife Almeda. These are hard days for him...

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. Ps. 147:3

I Would...Just Once

Every now and then the When that taunts me from afar

Jars heartstrings and soft- vexes the imagination, oh

The impact of what slips beyond the frond of farthest star

Defies my best intention to focus on what I know

I know I cannot resurrect even one gasp when past

I know tis but in vain to plead for just one Yesterday

Futile to scan the faces that are ever memory cast

And somehow wish to Being that which Time has sealed away

But if I could, oh, foolishly, I know I would…just once

Allow another ‘one-more-last-slow-dance-before-we-part’

For then it would refresh the tender pledge echoes ensconce

Of your fingers slipping from mine to wrap around my heart

© Janet Martin

Better This Way...

Every now and then I enjoy a Maple Coffee Dessert...start with a splash of whole milk, then a swirl of maple syrup. Fill with hot coffee. Yum-m-m-m:)

Better this way; that we cannot turn back to Yesterday

Or weigh wanton embrace with what will never be again

Or rush ahead to claim what may not ever come to pass

Better this way; to fully taste the moment in our glass

Better to dwell on what is; not what was or else might be

Better to love with what we have while we have it; for we

Cannot adjust the Must, but only trust that if God wills

We do not miss the moment-kiss that from His mercy spills

Better this way; life’s come-what-may will be here soon enough

While what we hold will softly fold into the ache of love

But Now, the opportunity to experience Today

In all its wondrous fullness; yes, it’s better this way

© Janet Martin 

While I cannot help but immerse myself in a bit of nostalgia as I listen to these grade-school girls(see previous post) laughing and chattering, and knowing that this stage is CLOSED(most of these girls are parting ways and going to different schools and with Victoria being the youngest, this is our last school-party)...Jim calls to tell me its going to be very windy and rainy on Sunday. It is our turn to host the annual BBQ for his mom and siblings and their families. Suddenly I jolt to the moment and remind myself to focus on Today...don't soak in the Past, don't worry about tomorrow 'for sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof' but pay attention to Now...

On Combing the Air For Treasure...

When stars return to splay their froth upon celestial sweeps

When the whole world is fast asleep save poets at their quest

And even winds have ceased their aimless to and fro to rest

When Time has tucked into his sheaf another leaf for keeps

When morn has filled its emptiness and noon has tipped its flask

To pour its virgin vintage on dusk’s blushing cobblestone

And Before adds to scads of After, its Unknown to Known

Where expectation is subjected to Time’s certain task

When we have stripped the husk away and gorged upon the fruit

And spit the pits and lingered over its sweetness a bit

When all that we have left of what was once a page un-writ

Are postludes played and replayed on a thought-inspired flute

…when today’s seeds have scattered to the soil of what will be

The Gate into its meadow barred with moments, nothing more

Then we stare at the fine-tuned air that echoes, shore to shore

With all that we have left of it to keep; a memory

© Janet Martin

We are in the process of making a once-in-a-lifetime memory. Let's make it special! Happy June 26th.

Here summer vacation has officially begun. Victoria and her friends, (the Gr. 8 girls) are ending a chapter in their lives while beginning another, with a camp-out. The back yard is a plethora of shrieks and laughter like only a whole lot of  13-14 year old girls are capable of...great memories in the making!

I had fun preparing brunch which originally was going to be served mid-morning (and I guess 9:00 is mid-morning for girls who stayed up most of the night and were 'STARVING!!';-)

Cheesy Hashbrown Casserole 

Blueberry Coffeecake 

and the regular store-bought cereal etc.

Most of them chose frozen waffles and Cheerios;-0