Thursday Thoughts on Life's Cares...and Prayer

Care

Can carve a stair

To whole new

Hollows of despair

There would be

No way to free

Us from it

Without prayer

***

Prayer

Is like a life-line

Or buoy to

Which we cling

Lest we become

A victim of

The care that

Life can bring

***

Care and prayer

A union of

The Temporal

And the Sure

One supplies

The other with

The Power

To endure

***

Do you bear

A load of care?

Place it in

A word of prayer

 ***

Prayer

Is a stair

To the

Ear of God 

Each care,

A stepping-stone

For without care

We soon would dare

To try to walk

Alone

***

Some prayers are shaped into words

and easy then, to hear

But some prayers have no sound at all

and fall in silent tear

***

God made a way for us to bear

Life's care that seems, must be

He gave us prayer; through it He shares

And cares for you and me

***

Prayer is not some dire last-resort,

When-all-else-fails-we'll-take-it

Prayer is the place that we should start

Then, by-God's-grace-we'll-make-it

Janet~ 

It's been an 'a-lot-of-prayer' week'.

One of the stresses; a lost wallet far from home!!

Yesterday my daughter received

in the mail

her wallet, intact.

She lost it on the week-end in Old Montreal.

The lady that returned it included a hand-written letter

telling her how she found it and to let her know it was in good hands.

We have asked God to specially bless her for her kindness!

We are so grateful.

God bless you, Louise!

 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 

Phil.4:6-7

Take Time To Stand Amazed

Take time to stand amazed

And wonder at the Touch

That fills the spreadsheet of our days

With miracles and such

The Hand that cups the sky

Above dusk’s dimming earth

And draws blue shadows on the sigh

Of summer’s waning girth

Does not seal heaven’s bar

Nor hold man’s hope at bay

But pours upon the way we are

The light of a new day

Forbid that dumbly we

Should dash, wide-eyed and blind

Across the graves of What We See

Without one thought in mind

Of He who tends our need

Where seasons bleed and fall

As blooming plume burgeons with seed

Of morrow’s miracle

Take time to bow awestruck

Before the God of grace

Who grants us more than Chance or Luck

With which to run life’s race

© Janet Martin

The LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.
 Ps.147:11

 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever. Ps.107:1

Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good, 

For His lovingkindness is everlasting.

Give thanks to the God of gods, 

For His lovingkindness is everlasting.…Ps.136:1-2

 Give praise to the LORD, proclaim his name; 

make known among the nations what he has done.

1 Chron.16:8

 

On Summer's Lease

We try to find peace in the lease of it

Carpe diem, its flower-hour weeps

As dust claims what it must, August’s rubric

Satisfies hungry eyes with sanguine sweeps

Where summer seeps, sun-steeped into Past’s swoon

Midst serenade of shade and cricket-tune

We try to pacify our sigh with blooms

Earth’s living-room of roses overflows

Her landscape glows; the Bride of patient plumes

Where closing dates approach and nature knows

That it is futile to resist the Hand

That draws Her door ajar then shut again

We try to appease our unwilling will

For *summer’s lease hath all too short a date

A ruddy hint teases Her hazy hill

With Imminence and fences with no gate

As little girl-worlds fall prey to silk streams

For who can dam the day that drinks her dreams?

© Janet Martin

*Summer's lease hath all too short a date~ William Shakespeare

Enough...

If for no call but this

In all we say and do

Though it may dwarf in the abyss

Of the greater world-view

If for no other praise

With names anonymous

We, with firm diligence and faith

Press on without a fuss

If, with humility

We trek time’s speck of sod

Oh, it will be enough if we

Do it to honor God

© Janet Martin

From the Ink of Hours...

Each season has its place

The changing face of Time

Evokes within the soul a rhyme

No pen can seem to trace

The Is becomes the Was

Yet ever Is exists

The tint of Time climbs, chimes and twists

A thread of seamless gauze

How fleet time’s fingers flit

Across a sky that spills

The ink of morn-noon-night to quills

Stunned by the Small of it

Seasons tattoo hurrah

Across and through our skin

Its ordinances vex and grin

And fluster man’s aha

…where a most common strife

Of do and say and pray

Composes in its Everyday

The story of a life

© Janet Martin

How effortlessly another summer fills the past!

Let's enjoy August to the max as we write its

unalterable story...

Yesterday we made applesauce and my daughter smiled as the sweet-tart aroma filled the air with what she called The Smell of August

I'd love to post photos of the little guys I babysit lined up for their turn to 'help' 

as we pressed apples through the colander

BUT!!!

ongoing internet issues;(