Thursday Thoughts (and Shots) on Moments

These are no mere moments

That waft silk-soft adrift

These nuggets sifting through God’s hands

Shape Time; an awesome gift

These are no mere moments

Slip-slipping one by one

No, these are stepping stones that lead

To God when life is done

These are no mere moments

…small smatterings of air

No, these are living testaments

Of God’s kind love and care

These are no mere moments

Binding the years that haste

No, these are tick-tock treasures

Testing thought, touch and taste

These are no mere moments

Of bloom and butterfly

This is the day the Lord has made

Granted to you and I

© Janet Martin

So how were your moments today?

Mine included much laundry...again!!

 

a bit of canning...

 a bit of fall decorating...

...what's left on the to-do list?
Supper then dishes, wash van and mop floors!
Maybe I'll wash the sidewalk too;-)

Lord, Help Us See

Lord, help us view our day-to-day

Not through a lens of fret-and-fuss

But in its ordained come-what-may

Help us to see Your love for us

Lord, help us see beyond the glance

That fixates on what sight can rue

For life is more than circumstance

It is a gift of love from You

Lord, stir us to reverent awe

Jar our half-hearts of apathy

And wake in us Your sacred law

The law of love, Lord, help us see

© Janet Martin

What is inspired this? a few bits and pieces over that last # of hours.

 

Last night I invited Rob and Emily over for supper because Melissa was home, and to watch the Toronto Blue Jays and New York Yankees play ball. (yes, Jay's fever is running wild all over the place!!!) Our TV on the main floor is small and I mentioned how sometimes I think we should replace it but then I see pictures of refugees and it puts things in perspective really fast! 

Emily agreed how the fact that we can sit, sip coffee and cheer on our favorite teams suddenly fills us with awe as we think about what we easily take for granted...we love without second thought. 

Melissa left, she thought in time to get home for a good night's sleep. She got home at 3:00 a.m because someone ended their life under the train-car she was on...

I pray today that we may see the love God has for us no matter who or where we are, our circumstances do not define God's love for us...the love that caused Him to send His only Son, Jesus, to die, a once-for-all atonement for sin. This is the love that He offers us...

If Time Stood Still...

Sometimes I'm tempted to wish time would stand still when the late flower-blooms are as perfect as the flawless sky,

...or on days like this when, as the weatherman said, 'the calendar says fall but the thermometer says summer' 

but...

 

If Time stood still then we would never meet again; Farewell

Would be a deafening and never-ending tolling knell

Hello would slip from lips without a skip-a- heartbeat thrill

And we would cherish nothing, oh my love, if time stood still

If Time stood still then we would weary of even love’s best

Our laughter would be empty, void of joy or sorrow’s zest

This hunger that we toy with would wail, stripped of hope to fill

Its ill with something better, oh my love, if Time stood still

If Time stood still the lifeblood of daydreams would ebb away

Darling, there would be nothing to live for but yesterday

As we would mourn the loss of haste where wide-eyed seasons spill

And life would be a wasteland, oh my love, if Time stood still

© Janet Martin

For First Fall...

Red sweeps away summer; kindles the hill

It seeps through passers who pause and stand still

Red runs restless fingers through coppice-tress

Undoing the buttons of summer’s dress

And where we raved at the green of its gown

Red raids the tree and turns it upside down

Red ravishes bushes, its brush burns, bold

And splatters gardens with tatters of gold

The silk haze of daisy days dissipates

It glazes webbed gossamer gilding gates

The birth of death’s season shrouded in red

Veils the breath standing twixt living and dead 

Red attracts dreamers; it seduces eyes

Charming spectators to summer’s demise

We gather, exclaim at the flame of farewell

That runs rampant, enchanting dune and dell

And we are betaken, bewitched it seems

Where death masquerades as a red bed of dreams

© Janet Martin

It's A Beautiful Life (being Mother and House-Wife)

 I'm sending lunch to my sister's farm today. (Hamburger Stew, bread and cheese)

Her place is all a-flutter with wedding preparations because they are hosting their son's wedding on Friday...

Their first fledgling to leave the nest so, bittersweet Beautiful Days in a mother's

Beautiful Life...

Here are bits and pieces of my last fifteen hours of a beautiful, busy life!

Happy First Day of Autumn!

It’s laundry and dishes

And half-come-true wishes

Its dinner-filled pots and pans

Broom-and mop-chores

It’s bake-a-cake, take-a-break

Plan what’s for supper

It’s school-lunches, bloom-bunches

And so much more

It’s weeding and hoeing

And coming and going

It’s garden-rows glowing

With offspring of seeds

Its pruning and picking

It's ‘slow-that-clock-ticking’

And dusting, and trusting

God for our needs

It's mending and tending

Homefires. It's sending

Prayers up to heaven 

While bending to earth

It's taking and giving

It's sweet, simple living

It's bitter and sweet

Mingling sorrow and mirth

It’s holding and scolding

It’s wiping and folding

And laughing and sighing

As years fondly flow

It's diligent duty

And domestic beauty

It’s teaching while learning

To hold and let go

It’s love spelled in places

Of daily God-graces

It’s familiar faces

When daylight is spent

It’s Mother and Wife,

What a beautiful life

It’s sing-to-God praises

For kind blessings lent

© Janet Martin

(and now, a quick hour to go get my daughter who suddenly decided to come home for a day. She is away at school and between work and study is finding life very busy as well)