Not Gathered Yet...

A new day draws across the place

Of grace and spent faux pas

From love’s replenishing embrace

Mercy extends its cause

The laws of time are such that we

Never repeat one gasp

My, my, how soft the poetry

Of it tickles our clasp

To have and hold; ah, seamless shift

That lifts the dark again

Before its bark is set adrift

On past’s unyielding plain

A new days draws its sacred breath

Where death of eons lies

Beneath the wellspring of new birth

Hope fills unmeasured skies

To have and hold; ah, what a gift

Our God did not forget

But lifts the veil that sets adrift

Moments not gathered yet

© Janet Martin

This week has been filled with moments overflowing with family and friends,

and with a few weddings at the end of it, will continue to be so.
Had a very special evening out with friends.
Thank-you, gals;-)

It also has its un-expectations. 

Our day out for Emily's birthday was shortened a bit because she needed to take her hubby to see a Dr. after an injury at work. 

Pray for quick healing for his strained back-muscles;(

Hopefully it will not require too much time off work!

Trust-lessons are always hard...

 Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded.

James 4:8

A Mother to Daughter Birthday Poem

From one birthday celebration to the next! 

Yesterday's memories are precious(a glimpse at a few with the little ones I babysit and family:)

...today's memories are waiting to be made.

Blessed to be a mother for 24 years!

Dear daughter,

Often I pray that God

Would be with you through the day

And you would sense his Presence

In whatever comes your way

I ask Him to protect you

And to keep you in His care

For wisdom to safeguard you

From deception’s subtle snare

I pray He grants you strength

For tasks that love and life begot

For courage to be faithful

Even when others are not

And oh, that He would bless you

And be present in your home

But sometimes I forget to thank Him

For the woman you’ve become

I forget to thank Him for

The loveliness of you

Your friendly face, your giving ways

Your heart, kind, caring and true

And I forget to thank Him for

Memories of happiness

And how you have made motherhood

A joy words can’t express

…your willingness to lend a hand

Your friendship through the years

And all the things you’ve taught me

Through love’s laughter and its tears

Dear daughter, on this special day

I pray a humble prayer

And thank God for the gift of you

And the special daughter you are

Love always,

Mom

Where A Pale Veil Exists...

 Enter His gates with thanksgiving

And His courts with praise.

Ps.100:4

Thank-you God, grace beams from above

And draws us from our sleep

This Land of Promise burgeons, love

With bud-song none can keep

Dawn lights earth’s ancient avenue

We touch down trust-shod feet

Where melodies age-old yet new

Pour from hope’s music sheet

The garden spills in flowers for

A few short hours then

The bud that bloomed in perfect form

Is turned to dust again

Time’s treasure-trove of moments, love

Is such a precious thing

That it behooves each one of us

To sing and sing and sing

…and praise God for this gift of grace

Where a pale veil exists

To separate us from His face

With only Time betwixt

© Janet Martin

Are you writing about being fifty?, asked Victoria

Nope, I replied

Good! Age is just a number, she said

And I agreed.

Age is just the number

Not life's grief or happiness

Each year a declaration

Of God's tender faithfulness

Age is just a number
That tallies the ebb and flow
Of dawn to dusk, then tells the years
That by His grace we go

Age is just a number, love
A little kiss and tell

Thus we should wear the age we are

And try to wear it well

Farewell, Forties

What a lovely farewell-to-my-forties-party twilight threw...

 

I knew this day was coming

If Time would last

But what I did not know is...

That it would come so fast

While we are busy learning
How to work and pray
Time has a way of turning
Into yesterday

Strange how time's teeny moments
Seem small until they've passed
And there is no way of knowing
When will be the last

Better then to cherish

Life's blessings that remain

Instead of pining for that

Which cannot be again

Janet~

My heart tonight...
Goodnight:)

Trap Ease...

As parents we cannot afford to slack off on keeping vigil over our young 'uns ...

How soon they fly away!

It is easy to fall...

Time’s tightrope of moments

Is full of knots and baited spots

Which seem safe at a glance

But we are becoming

The sum of moments spent

Like trapeze artists balancing

On beams of good intent

It is easy to see

When years have spanned the gap

From where we were to where we are

How time can set a trap

The habits that bear fruit

Rooted when we were young

Whether of good or ill repute

Will shape who we become

© Janet Martin

Lost

It is boredom, not borne in hands

And thundered hiddenness

That mimics sea swept over sands

…staid repetitiveness

It whispers words like ‘woe is me’

And bleeds a blue-toned sigh

And only keeps the company

Of me, myself and I

© Janet Martin

a bit o' blues...you choose why:)