Moment-merchants

Time overruns our pockets with portions equal, alike

A moment-metered measure to spend in a place called Life

Thus, how we choose to use the coin of tick by tock alloy

Will multiply our happiness or diminish our joy

We all are moment-merchants, spenders of time’s rendering

And I have seen a rich man poor and a pauper-like king

Lack of cold gold cannot withhold what we are looking for

Held in the meld of moments; who could ask Time’s flask for more?

Unstoppered are the coffers from whence treasure-rivers run

A blue-flung sky above us and beneath our feet, strewn sun

An hour, lent to wander bowers bent with bloom and breeze

Where moment-merchants revel in disheveled luxuries

The hour is upon us; soon its flower falls away

Soft-scattered to a soldered fell that we call Yesterday

Still, lo and behold, see the gold unfolding from yon store

To replenish the pockets of moment-merchants once more

© Janet Martin

...take a moment and give a listen to a good tune;-)

Moment-potency

From either side of where we are, future and past persist

Darling, for one half-breath their bars collide in our What Is

These elements have taken while they waken us anew

To where we are and how What Is will soon be What Was too

What Is never subsides yet glides through us as smooth as air

And soon the What Is we descried is way, way over there

My, my, time’s sleek transition is a strange and common thing

Where What Is hinges to What Was and What Waits in its wing

This showcase of love’s highs and lows is a constant pursuit

Twixt what nobody knows and what is trodden underfoot

Darling, What Is is soon What Was and What Will Be, What Is

How soft we are propelled toward Eternity’s Abyss

Let's love What Is, its half-breath Kiss barely grazes our Ought
Before the brush and blush of it amazes second thought
And we are at the mercy of a new What Is, oh my
Darling, how small the ladder that affixes earth to sky

© Janet Martin

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