Winter-tree

This tree seemed to beg 'poem me' while on my walk today...

Barren bark of winter

Stripped of lullaby

Sketched in simple grandeur

Against azure sky

Sometimes a white mantle

Gilds your naked form

Winter’s stalwart sentinel

Weathering the storm

Nature’s hero braving

Lion-tempest’s roar

Soon you will be waving

Green-leaf limbs once more

© Janet Martin

You Make Me Think...Mother to Daughter Poem

You make me think of summer

Sun-sparkle fills your smile

Your eyes hold stars and when you sing

Life’s care pauses a while

You make me think of flowers

Butterflies, gentle rain

Your laughter is a yellow sun

And I am young again

You make me think of hours

Time’s precious, hurried ways

Garners moments and seals them in

Past’s treasure chest of Days

You make me think of living

For the sheer joy of you

Because I know that soon, my dear

You’ll be a woman too

You make me think of praying

And thanking God above

That He saw fit to bless my life

With a daughter to love

© Janet Martin

I think I'll put this one in Victoria's birthday card next week:)

 Our writer's group homework assignment is to write a poem  about a family member, 

so this poem will serve a few purposes!

I cannot believe that another almost-year has passed since this and this!

The Child in Us

It seems that ‘growing up’ insists on tempering our touch

I pray, God keep the child in us immune to years and such

Maturity is needful, yes, but oh, in spite of it

Permit us to stay young enough to romp with elves a bit

…and never outgrow tea-parties with griffins, wood-nymphs, gnomes

Permit the child in us to keep a pixie in our homes

Sustain, after we are all grown, the world-that-never-was

And let it keep alive a carefree bit of child in us

© Janet Martin

Cyndy's Post reminded me of a story I read recently about Rev. Charles Ludwig Dodgson, better known as Lewis Carroll 

Click on images to enlarge then right-click on 'view image' to zoom in for easy reading.
This story is from a Book entitled Arrows of Desire by F.W. Boreham D.D.

 

 

Having just read this story helped me to notice this book  at our local thrift store! 

The Truth IS

  

Progress can never altar timeless, fundamental facts

Truth is an Absolute in spite of years, ideas, acts

Ignorance, unbelief, brash negligence and apathy

Can never usurp or escape I AM’s Supremacy

The liar will distort the Truth; still, Truth can never change

Lord, pray we crave discernment where world-forces will estrange

The heart from Certain Knowledge and the Anchor from the Soul

The Word of God is Truth Immutable though ages roll

Ah, who can hide from He who forms and clothes the soul with dust?

And who can sever from one’s bearing, man’s immortal Must

‘I am the Way, the Truth, the Life’ guides us beyond this sod

Progress for all its boast cannot preempt the Word of God

The cleansing power of God’s Word will never disappear

His Truth is life’s kind comfort in a world darkened by fear

No sinner is too vile for Him, His Love and grace forgives

And saves, though mortal body dies, the soul that lives and lives

© Janet Martin

 Do not let kindness and truth leave you;
Bind them around your neck,
Write them on the tablet of your heart.

Prov.3:3