March Mosaic

I love the above poem!

...because I love March

because...

...the tapestry that clothed the land has holes worn in its crooks

Yon slope dotted with sleds and skiers loses its allure

And everywhere we stare we hear a rush of newborn brooks

Streaming toward that fairyland of flower-laden moor

Those steps that hurry-scurried home to fire-friendly hearth

Dally, for oh, the valley is a panoramic treat

Of hope and dream for things soon green where long this girth of earth

Wore white; the sight of holes in it puts bounce back into feet

The sky sings hallelujah for a winter-season spent

The sun splashes a patch-work quilt of thatch onto the snow

And feather-throated choristers regale the firmament

With praise for days more suited to their flitting to and fro

The sill upon which will and want seem to agree at last

Is filled with laughter spilling from like-minded fellow-men

Who love a little slower and don’t hunger for the Past

Because they know that March will bring them springtime once again

© Janet Martin

 

The sun is trying hard to be March-like today!

A Good Day

Last Saturday(above photo) was a dazzling ice-dipped world. 

Today's window-scape is a seamless sweep of gray

...waiting to be undone by the sun.

From founts that none can fathom waning skies announce new day

A good day for returning to, while beginning anew

A good day to express the joy that only smiles can say

Come darling, for this day is young and we have life to do

Time’s line of hours strung together that none can behold

Save in the things we fill them with, is an elusive strand

How hardly we have held it then its nuance starts to fold

The sum of it dissolving like snowflakes upon a hand

This is no pretty ornament to set upon a shelf

This is the day the Lord has made; a well-spring without fame

To wring from it each drop, not in vain servitude to self

But with kindness and gratitude, to He from Whence it came

Unravel it with laughter, love and let time’s rafters ring

With praises poured in cups of tea, with labor meek and glad

For time is such a slippery sweep of gossamer, its string

A Thing we hardly hold before it is the day we had

© Janet Martin

 It's a good day for dreaming too!
Each morning on our computer Bing automatically posts a new desktop background.
Today's picture sparked dreams of going to Madeira ( a collection of islands near Portugal) to see these laurel trees!

Here-by We Go

With this little bit of time

With this ‘leap before the grave’

May we learn to make the most

Of who we are

With what we have

With this up-and-at-it wink

With this twinkle in time’s eye

May we chose to use each day

As God’s kind gift

To you and I

With this little have-and-hold

Before that last, letting go

May we live and give our best

To He whose grace

Here-by we go

© Janet Martin

I was going to begin today's duty-list,

then I hopped over to YDP to see what today's treat was
inspiring another quick bitty-ditty!

Jayne is sharing a good one for all of us.

You can read it here.

Hope you have a fabulous Friday!

We Are Not Forgotten

We are not forgotten

Tossed upon time’s shores

Nor beggars of mercy

That God’s grace out-pours

We are not forsaken

Left to fend in vain

Vessels with no Captain

Nay, God holds the rein

We are not defeated

Born simply to die

Fear has no dominion

Over you and I

…if we have repented

If we have believed

If we, by the grace of God

Have His gift received

God knows every soul-cup

God loves everyone

But we are all lost sinners

Without His dear Son

…without His salvation

Free to one and all

No one is forgotten

Have you heard Him call?

© Janet Martin

... so that in the ages to come 

He might show the surpassing riches of His grace 

in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.  

For by grace you have been saved through faith; 

and that not of yourselves, 

it is the gift of God; 

not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.…

Eph.2:7-9

 For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, 

and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, 

of both joints and marrow, 

and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

 Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. 

Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.

Heb.4:12-13

A wonderful worship song here 

and here

Of Dressing Rooms and Newborn Bloom...

Another day is waking

Breaking o’er street and hill

From heaven’s well where none can tell

What waits its span to fill

The wick of dawn is kindled

And by light of new day

Onward we go, we do not know

Its shrouded come-what-may

The morning is upon us

Mercy’s ignited flare

Moves mystery to history

Beneath God’s faithful care

Another day is granted

For man’s worship or boast

It’s newborn bloom time’s dressing room

Toward what matters most

© Janet Martin

 Thus says the LORD, "Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, 

and let not the mighty man boast of his might, 

let not a rich man boast of his riches; 

but let him who boasts boast of this, 

that he understands and knows Me, 

that I am the LORD who exercises lovingkindness, 

justice and righteousness on earth; 

for I delight in these things," 

declares the LORD.

Jer. 9:23-24