Monday, June 6, 2016

Pot of Gold



 We stood, straining to find the pot of gold where it seemed like the rainbow fell right in front of us!
 We were invited to enjoy a ride with friends on Grand River Cruises last evening to celebrate 50th birthdays.
The first hour was sunny after a rather rainy day...
...then a shower moved through beneath the sun...
...treating us to a spectacular double rainbow!

(read as four short poems or one four-stanza poem)

With strengths and weakness, gifts and flaws
We press toward love’s common cause
Between what will be and what was
We all are bound by this:
To be the best that we can be
Not by fate’s serendipity
But through faith’s kind humility
Thus bettering what is
***
So much beyond our full control
As we press to love’s common goal
Where all brokenness will be whole
And we, unscathed by fear
But in the meantime today waits
Like buds entwining rainbow-gates
Where if-then-when with dawn abates
For we make memories here
***
Summer, how soft and soon the thread
That bares its morn, noon, dusk is wed
To quickened Past; its pictures spread
Across landscapes of thought
Where here and now we hold the gold
That runs into the rigid mold
From whence rain and rainbow unfold
And leave us fully awed
***
The common goal of love is this
Not in Was or Will Be, but Is
Its multi-colored promises
Are supple yet strong-willed
For in the search to find the gold
That waits where rainbows lose their hold
We find but this; love’s common mold
Soft-waiting to be filled

© Janet Martin

Hi Brent, (he told me he'll be waiting to see some rainbow pictures;-)


  Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: 
Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 
Phil.3:13

Today's Song:


Sunday, June 5, 2016

Laughter and Blessing-Kissed



Poetic Blooming Prompt; a week in haiku

Monday:
Weighted words waiting
To-do list lacks curb appeal
So I go outside

Tuesday:
People provide more
Fodder for growing chore-list
I am blessing-kissed

Wednesday:
Backdrop green, blue, gold
I am not too old to dance
June; month of romance

Thursday:
Where does the time go?
To-do lists sighs on fridge
Child governs hours

Friday:
Sweep, swish, scrub, mop, wish
Exercise would work wonders
Results may vary

Saturday:
Hoe, weed, trim, mow, sweat
Get ready for a day off
List not finished yet

Sunday:
I am laughter-kissed
Rain washes my windows
Last thing left on list

© Janet Martin

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Ode to June



You are the shade of laughter
The colors of your sighs
Burst into bloom with flowers
You are earth's paradise

You murmur in the willow
You whisper in the pine
And in the maple tree you dance
You dream in columbine

With peony and lupine
You open summer’s gate
We are a world of children
Where long-held dream-lands wait

Your cape is made of roses
How comely is your smile
Your morning is a chorus
That sweeps earth’s emerald isle

You are a sprite, a flower
A lush and lilting tune
That unravels the hour
And thus unravels June

© Janet Martin


Friday, June 3, 2016

Hearts and Family...



Sometimes feeling a little less stressed is as easy as a humongous exhale followed up with a cup of tea...something like Bengal Spice maybe?



Sometimes life’s best soft parts are a like simple cup of tea
Because sometimes life’s best hard parts are hearts and family
We give all that we’ve got and sometimes it is not enough
And all that we can do then is to love and love... and love

Sometimes we cannot mend what we would like to fix like new
We want answers but in the end questions will have to do
The way from here to there can be quite tender and quite rough
And all that we can do is pray and pray and love and love

Love is patient and kind; it does not envy, no, or boast
It does not seek itself but looks to others first and most
And sometimes its best soft part is a little cup of tea
While we cherish love’s best hard parts of hearts and family

© Janet Martin



I’m guessing we each have our own version of ‘best hard parts’ that teach us far more about love than all the soft parts put together!


From Star-dust on a String



 June 3rd, 1988 Wedding Day

In the Mennonite culture we grew up in the bride wears pale blue.
This past Christmas is the most recent picture I have of the two of us now...


I suppose
None of us are
The same person we were
Twenty-eight years before
Life and love
Left their quiet proof
And reproof
On our brows
And in our hearts
As we grew together
Or apart
While Time drew its art
On our skin
In our eyes
With surprising
Haste
And we realize
We have no Time to waste,
For who knows how far
We have left, my dear
With who we are
From who we were
Where ‘my, how far
We have come’
Above
Those star-struck days
Of
Young,
In love
Where the love we choose
Is a sturdy, weathered Thing
Compared to
Newly-weds
Holding
Star-dust on a string

© Janet Martin

 

 Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
Matt.19:26

Anniversaries don't happen because keeping vows is easy, but because it is right.
That is what makes anniversaries most special.

Sometimes when I read marriage advice I am filled with great despair at my/our failures rather than remembering the joy of our successes. 
That is why I like this poem here so much!
Here are a few good marriage/family tips from a teeny book I found years ago...