The Awakening (OctPoWriMo)

 Inspired by this music video (hit mute then feel it) or don't
because the music is too good to miss!

linking to OctPoWriMo

Seeking half-smiled approval, he relents

And wakens a dream in her innocence

The wide-eyed friendship of childish ways

Plants stars in the blue of love’s student-gaze

Age-old Newness bewilders gravity

Surprising the heart with Discovery

…and as it has been since Time began

Boy learns to shoulder the call of a man

© Janet Martin

also inspired by this day:)

 Let's Dance

A gold cello stirs

Dawn's cobalt deep

Unfolding dreamers

From cotton-clad sleep

It rends

Time’s ageless Overpass

With liquid notes

of broken glass 

Earth's vestibule

Of trees and streets

Unfurls a ballroom

Beneath feet

© Janet Martin

...and one more, just because it's fun:)

Crepe coverlets

cradle rainbows

before the bloom

breaks free

Your glance

grazes my skin

and wakens

the woman

in me~ 

Beneath October's Cloud

Beneath October’s wisp of cloud

The land awaits a shroud of leaf

And witnesses to it admit 

Sudden surges of joy and grief

For in this intermingling-ship

Of summer turning into fall

The changing of the season drips

A lonesome sort of madrigal

Beneath October’s cloud we pause

Glad to feel good yet strangely sad

Because October clouds enhance

The summer-dance that once we had

© Janet Martin

Linking to OctPoWriMo

More Than Lip-service...

Even though plucking parsley is not on the top of my I-can-hardly-wait-to-do-this list,

 and even though I washed all the bedding and the neighbor

thought it was a nice day to haul liquid manure:(

and even though I ran out of paint so the bench is almost red instead of red,

even though...all-those-things-we-cannot-change-and-would-if-we-could,

God is good!

So is Canadian Ice-wine Tea (and if you drink it while plucking parsley and staring at an almost red bench against a back-drop of zinnias and perfect blue sky, dreaming about where one could put an almost red bench, and what one could put on it!!)

...why, then the mundane is quite extra-ordinary!

but it does nothing for the smell of laundry....

back to work!

The little guys I babysit come later on Thursdays and stay for supper.
One of them LOVES corn chowder so I want to be done with the parsley in time to make a pot of chowder(fresh parsley is SO yummy in it)

 

More than lip-service

Oh Lord, let it be

More than a noise on my tongue

In every day

In every way

Make my life a thank-you song

Keen outer senses

To touch-taste-see-hear

In awed awareness of You

Then let the inner man

Pour out his fear

In humble worship to You

More than lip-service

Let my boasting be

More than fond, fleeting applause

In every day

In every way

Let serving Christ be my cause

© Janet Martin

 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’

  This is the first and greatest commandment.  

 And the second is like it: 

‘Love your neighbor as yourself.

Matt; 22:37-39

"Thank-You"

It’s all I have,

There should be more

For all You say and do 

But all that I can think of, 

Lord, 

Is simply this;  

“Thank You” 

The same word that I give to those

Who hold a door or lend a hand

Is the word that I use

For You 

and Your shed blood

But oh,

You understand

"Thank-you"

© Janet Martin