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~

Mr. Fall-wind

The day was mellow yellow, then suddenly the wind took the afternoon in its teeth and shook it like a mad dog!

  

He drops puddles in the driveway

He rips petals from the trees

...chases leaves across the garden

Rakes the air with stormy seas

He pulls the sun from its garden

Like a flower stripped of bloom

Without asking please or pardon

He becomes a giant broom

He tosses Falls leaf-tresses

Tousles every tinted peak

Rough-houses Her poise with kisses

Against his unshaven cheek

Then he tires of his riot

Or is it a bit of guilt?

 Suddenly the earth is quiet

Tucked beneath a leaf-spun quilt

Janet~

That's the way fall is, a see-saw of rain and sun. 

After a hefty thunderstorm the wind scuttled away

and the sun is shining

but the temps dropped!!

Autumn's Song of the Soul

Flowers climb hills into rills spilling wonder

Silences thunder with nature’s applause

Oh, what is man that such infinite grandeur

Lavishes visage with plumed o-o-o-o-h-s and a-a-a-a-a-a-h-s

Borne on a breeze that strips trees in its laughter

Surges a sonnet that startles thought’s ears

Caught in the middle of before and after

Now siphons moments into gathered years

Time is a tempest; man, blessed with its mercy

By He who ordains its four-season sweep

Sorrow is love in Time's most sacred beauty

Manifested in the tears that we weep

Death broods, woos woodlands back to earth; the hour

Of that transition to its birthplace, dust

Whets an awareness to savor the flower

As all life approaches this severing Must

Oh, be not bitter, this come-hither calling

Touches the air like a harp tunes The Whole

Soft, to the tempo of autumn’s leaf falling

A Maestro composes the song of the soul

© Janet Martin

 Today my heart is like a happy-sad waterfall as I clean out the garden...

 

Well, I pulled out the cabbage, peppers and tomatoes...

...but when it came to pulling out the flowers I just couldn't do it!

so I didn't ;-)