Of Moments

One of my friends turned fifty last week. Her husband (a leap-year baby)  celebrates a real birthday today...Happy B-day to all of you who celebrate a real birthday every four years.

Happy Leap-day to all!

...and remember, 

Moments matter because life is moment-matter. 

Already of good part of this morning that is, was!

The way of moments masters

The art of give and take

Its play of tears and laughter

Strums heartstrings with love’s ache

The mien of moments musters

With naught but tick and tock

 A green of mist-kissed echoes

Where thought alone can walk

The stealth of moments garners

From all we cannot keep

A wealth of common treasure

To recall from Past’s deep

The drip of moment-measure

Can steal our breath because

It slips time from our fingers

And seals it to what was

The will of moments moving

Through our touch with ease

Can fill a phantom garden

With flow’r-like memories

© Janet Martin

I know I've shared this verse before but it's a good one. esp. for birthdays!

 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. 

Ps. 90:12

Sometimes All We Need...

Sometimes what seems impossible

…an uphill slip and slide

Becomes a downhill joyride with

Somebody at our side

Sometimes we would give up and quit

After we tried and tried

But then along comes what we need

…somebody at our side

Sometimes the road up to the top

Is more than one man wide

It's a shoulder-to -shoulder crawl

With someone at our side

© Janet Martin

Before It Is Too Late

Because we can’t take it all in

Each new day is a span

Of God-lent opportunity

To do all that we can

…to touch and taste and hear and see

From a bounteous buffet

Of sight and sound, the Majesty

Of He who shapes each day

Before this breath of life is spent

Before God seals time's gate

Let’s live its days in wide-eyed praise

Before it is too late

© Janet Martin

It is more than we can take in, agreed Victoria and I yesterday as we drank in the glory of a dazzling landscape....

Have a Wonder-full. Worshipful  Sunday!

God Only Knows...

The heart can be a hollow

Full of fantasy

Tortured by the taunt of

What may never be

The heart can burst with hunger

Trespassers of thought

Wrench from guarded corners

Monuments of naught

The heart can break while beating

Ache with soundless pleas

Weighted with the whisper

That bends rigid knees

The heart can hurt with wishes

Inept to disclose

What this skin-cup harbors

And God only knows

© Janet Martin

Spell for Me a Picture (A Poet's Greatest Pleasure)

Spell for me a picture

Form with font of ink

Morning mutely moving

Dark awry with pink

Whisper with word-wonder

Meadows plush with plume

Bergamot and bell-flow’r

Pouring out their bloom

Pen upon plain paper

That which steals our sighs

Paint a poem-picture

Of love’s laughing eyes

…and where fall has fallen

Press upon the page

Frozen fallow flecked with

Silvered sedge and sage

Draw for me a doorway

To a land of dreams

Where wild havens flower

Beneath sapphire streams

…and the hour tinctures

By the pow’r of word

Picture over picture

That a pen has stirred

© Janet Martin

I'm reading the journals of L.M. Montgomery.
Even in her youth she had the gift of being able to pen powerful pictures!