Discovery is Like a Rose...

OctPoWriMo day 18: Things are not always what they seem...

Discovery is like a rose

That breaks the binding of its bud

The light of understanding flows

Through barriers as thick as mud

Then, caught upon a minute trance

Wonder and insight interpose

Defying nettled ignorance

…discovery is like a rose

The eye is but a thoroughfare

Sight is not withheld from the blind

While many look but merely stare

Perception is the sight of mind

Discovery is like its rose

Philistinism, like a tomb

Before cognizance grips the throes

That probes the bud with light, then bloom

Will we believe deception’s lies

Where vision gapes with vanity

And forfeit the mark of the prize

Because we did not learn to see?

Oh, pray we do more than suppose

Or point with blank and wide-eyed stare

Discovery is like a rose

Waiting for us to find God there

© Janet Martin

 Lines in photo from William Blake's poem Auguries of Innocence

The Call of God

From ports beyond the human eye

Blazons a solemn clarion cry

Unveiling scenes ‘neath eyelids closed

Life’s greatest mystery exposed

When that which everyone shall hear

In grand pronouncement will appear

Who can the voice of God eschew?

Tell me, who gathers up the dew?

Rain falls and none can harness it

God calls and none can suppress it

And should day pass with call unmet?

Our charge on earth is not done yet

Truth remains truth; no argument

Can Destiny or God pre-empt

No oath can annul or abort

The promises of Christ the Lord

He holds the scepter in His gaze

Of dust to dust and numbered days

Then let us while Time lends its grace

The truth and love of God embrace

For someday we will all appear

Before the Voice that all will hear

From ports beyond the human eye

Withholding yet, death’s clarion cry

© Janet Martin

We spent most of the day at my husband's uncle's(also my sister's father-in-law)'s funeral today...

He was in his 89th year, remembered and mourned with joy and sorrow. 

The message was one of comfort and admonishment to all who have not heard God's call, 

to make our moments matter and be ready when the call comes because one thing for sure and certain is...it will! 

 We must all die; we are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.

2 Sam. 14:14

Transfiguration

Last night a leaf was just a leaf

The yard a swatch of grass

This morning everything I see

Is dipped in frosted glass

 

© Janet Martin

A One-of-a-Kind Cloak

 "We are who we are because of the people we've known and the experiences of life"

this is loosely quoted from the book of a study I am in;

 Emotionally Healthy Spirituality

We wear cloaks woven with time's threads

Of where we’ve been and who we’ve known

Experience and habit spreads

Across the skin and through the bone

We’ve borne the prick of tender fears

While the Seamstress measured and stitched

Designing patterns with our tears

And laughter, like a hand bewitched

We are at the the mercy of Love

Not fate, as sometimes we suppose

From fathoms beneath and above

The measure of each raiment flows

This dressing-room of gray and gold

Is like a loom; we cannot clutch

Its gossamer, as have-and-hold

Runs phantom fabric through our touch

Then, as the Seamstress tweaks and snips

She shapes a garment all our own

Where the cloak a lifetime slips

Across the skin and through the bone

© Janet Martin

No Paradelle as the OctPoWriMo prompt 16 suggested but still, a poem.

Thursday Thoughts (and shots) on Lots of Becauses:) Happy Thursday!

Because we are not always

As kind as we should be

We need to learn words like

I’m sorry and forgive me

Because Today

Will never pass this way again

We should at the very least try

To do the best we can

***

Because we are all

On a one-day-at-a-time course

To getting older

It is reasonable to be gentle

And rehearse

Patience with one another 

***

Because none of us

Is guaranteed tomorrow

We should not try

Its trouble to borrow

***

Because earth is the threshold

To a Greater Creation

We should kneel and ask God

To help us

Prepare for That Inauguration

*** 

Because Time is the soul’s preparation-ground

And our worth, the gift of God’s grace

Oh, pray nobody will be found

Unprepared at the end of this race

Because in the end of this life begins

the eternity we chose

here on earth, Time’s preparation ground

For ‘after the Curtain’s close’

Because the sweep of seasons slip

And slip of seasons sweep

We should get out and try to find

One memory to keep

…Because we are all new-comers

To this reunion on the grass

Grappling with the sands of time

Rushing through its glass

***

Because no one is immune

To the tune of an echo

Touch tick-tock’s harp-strings

With reverent care

Soft on the vesper

Returns not the hour

But muted mantras

Of what we played there

***

Because, love is a universal need

My dear

Its universal language is

A tear

***

Because we take and eat, dear Lord

What Thy mercies exude

How rude to stuff our faces

Without hearts of gratitude

***

Because the pen is mightier than sword

Because the tongue can kindle a great flare

We should give careful heed to every word

Before we strike a spark to page or air

***

Because we are prone to words like 'oh my’

And worn out clichés like ‘how time does fly’

Thus, we are like sisters and brothers; all human

With things like tug-of- heart-strings in common

***

Because everyone gets

One day at a time

There should be no pushing and shoving

But a hand-in-hand helping

As we climb

Janet Martin~