Two-word Game-changer

Many a dream has been half-seen and tasted

Many a soldier has fought a half-fight

Where many a glorious resolve has been wasted

With two little words

I might

Many a chance has been offered for nothing

Many a prospect, almost grand or good

Falls by the wayside like a bud unopened

By two little words,

I should

Many a small modest hope has borne flower

Many a deed has been fruitless until

Somebody honored its thought into being

With two little words

I will

© Janet Martin

Blessed Bond

There is a bond beyond this earth

Woven through grief and care

It unites us in sacred worth

It is the bond of prayer

No mile or night its might can dim

No span its plan can still

God takes the words we lift to Him

And shapes them to his will

What hallowed ground are folded hands

What fellowship is there

Though sight alone misunderstands

It trusts the bond of prayer

…as far and wide its whispers bind

Believers, heart to heart

What peace and promises we find

Where the world has no part

Then, though this world seems dark and cold

We find sweet comfort where

Heartstrings of hope and faith enfold

Us in the bond prayer

© Janet Martin

 Brothers and sisters, pray for us. 

1 Thess.5:25

Picnic at the Park

Background music of shriek-laughter-chatter

Maple umbrellas invite passer-by

The sky is like a giant blue platter

Serving up sunshine and soft, dreamy sigh

Time is a thing to be kindly forgotten

Spread out a quilt, picnic basket and book

Be a small part of this world full of children

‘Tommy, take turns now, and Susie, don’t push’

Bird-song and wind-song and brook-song, ah, beauty

Nature’s best minstrels perform tirelessly

Teasing our minds from time’s incessant duty

Wakening wonder where wishes would be

We are never too old to be young-ish

Let’s, you and I, linger until it is dark

For life is too short to be too old for picnics

Or peanut-butter sandwiches at the park

© Janet Martin

When I read this line ' Several weeks ago some of us met one of our blogging friends Rosella for a picnic in the park' found here, it immediately sparked a mood for a picnic in the park. 

Maybe tomorrow;-)?

Happy Saturday to you all!

Heart-Harbours...

It's been a week of family-friends-flowers-memories...

Who could ask for anything more?

Not in tomorrow

Or yesterday

Today is the day

Where memories are made

Moment by moment

With minuscule ease

Forever gathers

In memories

Who-what-where-when

Each tick of the clock

Slips to a vault

That no key can unlock

…save thought as it reaches

To touch what it sees

In pictures safe-harbored

In memories

© Janet Martin

Thank-you everyone, for a fabulous week whether it was a face-book message/greeting, a face-to-face visit/meeting, an e-mail, a card, phone-call, blog-posts, etc.
God bless you as you have blessed me!

p.s. If you wonder why I have a pic of the little guy I babysit digging, in among the celebrating its the memory attached to it that makes it cutely memorable...

"Janet, come quick" he calls excitedly so I 'come quick' and ask what for and he replies,
"I was digging and I dug up a bunch of golden ants and now they are running around like crazy! COOL!!"

Before We Fly...

 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; 

Isa.41:10

She didn’t ask for this:

Conversations that include words like

Tumors and chemo

Hemoglobin, anemia, nausea, pain

So, all she can do

In spite of Unknowns

Is trust in this promise;

God’s love will sustain

Futile the fretting

Of why, why, why

This is but the setting

Before we fly

© Janet Martin

Sending hugs and prayers to my friend Diane who is up for chemo-round two today.

Will you send a hug and prayer for her and Steve too?