Poetic Bloomings Returns!

Poetic Bloomings has returned! It is a garden where we plant poetry. Hop over for a stroll and if you wish you are welcome to join the planting. On Wednesdays we try out various forms of poetry. Today's form is the Boketto...more about this form here.

 'The Boketto consists of two stanzas, One of five lines (30 syllables – 7,7,7,4,5) and a three line (17 syllables – two seven syllable lines and a three syllable line which becomes a refrain if a string of Boketto are written). It expresses a single moment in time!

We exist in Here and Now

As we gape, its moments shape

The bowers none return to

Made with hours

Of showers and sun

…no hand can hasten or halt

The perpetual flow of

Here and Now

© Janet Martin

All we ever have is Here and Now. How will we use it?

Our Daily Prayers

 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.

Phil.4:6

This lifeline up to God

From where we kneel or stand

Are more than words flung up from sod

To He who holds our hand

This daily ‘bless and keep’

This hope when hope is dim

Is more than a last measure leap

Of ‘when all fails try Him’

This haven for the heart

This comfort to the soul

This whisper of ‘how great Thou art’

Is more than word-cajole

This broken-hearted plea

This humble-hearted laud

This whisper of humanity

Is our life-line to God

© Janet Martin

 "It seems, lately, my prayer life is filled with family and friends who are dealing with cancer. It seems so overwhelming some days.
But I know God is in control and in that I find hope and am reminded that there is a better world beyond . . .therein I also find comfort."

The above is a small excerpt from my friend Glynis's FB page... 

Will you pray too?

Where His Love Wills Flowers...

 As I stopped by the woodland last night my heart broke for everyone and everything impacted by the wildfires in and around Fort McMurray

We walk where His love wills flowers

Showers, storms, we suffer loss

But through all that He allows us

Streams the power of the cross

Not for ‘nothing more than moments’

Do we spill our live-love-learn

This is not some flow’r-strewn torment

With no payoff in return

What is all this season-reason?

Summer-heat and winter-cold

Weaves a walkway through past’s eons

Leaving us awe-struck and old

He wills breath by breath reminders

Of his faithfulness and grace

We walk where His loving kindness

Never forgets or forsakes

We walk where His love wills flowers

Showers, storms of grief and loss

But, through every season-bower

Beams the power of the cross

© Janet Martin

 The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.  For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.  And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy.  For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him,  and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.

Col. 1:16-20 

Un-expectations...

With two unexpected days off I am allowing the pen to laugh at the clock and dance on the day…

whilst rearranging the eggs in the nest;-)) I think I'll bake because everything I baked last week has disappeared!

Un-expectations are like invitations we are sent

To test the will and want of Quest; our faith and trust and grit

And then we are reminded that all we embrace is lent

And we should never overlook the Hand that renders it

Un-expectation startles us; it changes Plan and Dream

And causes us to reconsider what we thought we knew

It tests our boast; it challenges what we highly esteem

It teaches that life is an unpredictable ado

Un-expectation, we come to expect its sundry ways

But still, its ‘hello’ takes us by surprise, we must admit

It’s hard to acclimate to sudden, rearranged Todays

But it reminds us to depend on He who renders it

© Janet Martin

Masterpiece Maker

Hung upon the frame of Ages

Streams each masterpiece from God

Heaven’s handiwork assuages

Heart and soul, sky, sea and sod

Winter, spring, summer and autumn

Adhere to Creator’s law

Masterpieces by the thousand

Startle spectators with awe

Dawn is never bent or broken

Worship spills where eyes applaud

Mercy magnifies its token

With each masterpiece from God

Who but He can color skylines?

Who but He can tint the seas?

Who but God with naught but thought paints

Masterpieces with such ease

Wrung upon the walls of hillsides

Hung upon yon halls of blue

Flung upon meadow and mountain

Strung in diamond-drops of dew

Whisper, thunder, over, under

God spills wonder all around

Where-so-ever we may wander

Masterpieces can be found

© Janet Martin

 “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
    Tell me, if you understand.

Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
    Who stretched a measuring line across it? 

 On what were its footings set,
    or who laid its cornerstone— 

 while the morning stars sang together
    and all the angels shouted for joy?

Job 38:4-7