Famous Fairest of Them All

You bring us blossoms and flower-strewn lanes

You are the prettiest maiden ere seen

Flinging your garment to woodlots and plains

Worlds that were naked are ravished in green

You don’t forget us, the hours we braved

While bully blusters tormented our skin

Are compensated; the kiss that we craved

Falls from the heavens in sun-mellow grin

You waken gardens and arouse farmers

Revive the thirst for those dust-weary days

You restore romance, my, you’re a charmer

Earth rings with bloom-bells where birds sing your praise

You fill up clotheslines with cotton-laughter 

Housewives are happy where windows fling wide

Be gone, dust-bunnies, hello yellow zephyr

Romping in orchards bedecked like a bride

Rose of redemption and forget-me-nots

You crown the brown hill with buds burgeoning

You spill in rain; soldered terrain applauds

Your fame is ageless and your name is Spring

© Janet Martin

I'm off to fill a long line with cotton-laughter;-))

Thou, Faithful Friend and Father

Faithful friend and Father

Lord Immortally

Thou who parts fear’s waters

Watches over me

Healer of all nations

Giver of all life

Thou who tends creation

Tends our care and strife

Shepherd of each sorrow

Keeper of each tear

Thou who sees tomorrow

Holds us ever near

Perfect, patient Presence

Thou art everywhere

Thou who hears the essence

Of each heart-rent prayer

Faithful Friend and Father

Lord eternally

Thou who knows us, teach us

How to trust in Thee

© Janet Martin

Do you ever struggle with this?
...simply taking God at His Word.

Just In Case

How seamless moments meld; a mute succession that creates

The pictures thought will gaze upon as dawn to dusk abates

Ah, pray we do not take for-granted time's gossamer rain

That falls then fades, in case we never meet like this again

How deft the hand that weaves the strand that spills from God to us

How swift the span that closes in where we grin, fret and fuss

The blue-eyed sky grows sleepy and the gates that flung afar

At dawn are drawn and bolted with a brooch of evening star

The sky is painted yellow where dusk’s cello-anthems waft

Then softly disappear into a diamond-studded loft

How hardly we have held those sequences that tock and tick

Now welded to the cast of past; a muted mosaic

We cannot still the tempest that runs through the skin of days

And sets afire the hour that sets hearts and souls ablaze

Nor can we tell how near or far we are to farewell’s pain

So, we should dance in case we never get the chance again

© Janet Martin

No Rerun!

I was first going to post a rerun today because I’m trying to get the kitchen painted, but it’s a little daunting to begin sorting through to find one!

Aren’t you glad we never have to wonder…

Is God simply going to post a Rerun today?

 

No ‘Here you go again, my love

Exactly like a day before’

No carbon-copy from above

From whence the Thence of eons pours

Ah, isn’t this most wonderful?

Each new day, an original

Not even after all this time

Has God appointed one rerun

Hark, overhead the virgin chime

Of a new morning has begun

Where this day comes but once, to pass

Through hope’s iconic hour-glass

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

He does not ask us to return

And rerun verbatim yes-no

The ashes exhumed from Past’s urn

But lays in grace beneath our feet

The beauty of a No Repeat

© Janet Martin

Well, it's back to the paint pail...

...and who besides God knows what else, because

none of us has done this day before! 

Let's make it a beaut. 

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. 

I will strengthen you and help you; 

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Isa. 41:10

 (on Wed. the rec-room got the blues;-)
 I'm still trying to decide whether I like it, and NO, to all the interior decorators!
I am NOT going to paint the wainscoting:))

A Bitty Toast To Life's Uttermost

 

(the moral of this story: 

St. Patrick's Day is a day for partying Praying!!)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

This bitty cup o’ laughter, love

This bitty drop o’ tear

Is all part of this bitty life

That soon will disappear

This dosey-doe and doo-da-do

This trip and slip and fall

Is but time’s upsy-daisy-o

Toward That Utter All

This bitty have-and-holding, love

This bitty glove of skin

Will soon surrender to the dust

Where On and on begins

This bitty Wisdom we can glean

Is this life’s finest worth

For this is but a bitty green

Here on time’s bitty earth

This bitty cup o’ laughter, love

This bitty drop o’ tear

Is but a bitty leap before

Forevermore, my dear

© Janet Martin