Monday, June 13, 2016

Milestone-Dust




Wow! What a week and weekend of multiple birthday and wedding celebrations...on we go:)

Milestones flare then fade and fold
Memories wear jaded gold
Art of have-and-hold employs
Echoes bold with scattered joys
As we turn to face anew
That which yet remains to do
Second miles and stalwart smiles
Where the call of life beguiles

Memories wear moments spent
Dawn renews God’s covenant
Hours splay and spill their lot
Ere they fold away to naught
June, the green of earth betides
Soon its stream of mirth subsides
Before slips to After, oh
Milestones melt like April snow

Tick by tock, the walk is strewn
With the dust of dusk-dawn-noon
Hellos-farewells coalesce
Sorrow refines happiness
Where the course through which years waft
Opens doors that close silk-soft
As the surge of seasons ache
Leaving milestones in their wake

Who of us can tell what waits?
Morning breaks through mercy’s gates
Morrow-milestones wear mist-veils
Moments pour from God-kissed grails
To this race of hope and grace
Time is such a little place
Where life’s call to love is laid
On this day the Lord has made
 

© Janet Martin

Sunday, June 12, 2016

A Poem For Newlyweds





As you begin living the dream
I hope that you will find
What you’ve been looking for and more
At each other’s side

As love unfolds its years
I hope that they will be
A melding of laughter and tears
In home-sweet harmony

As you begin living the dream
I hope you vow each day
To woo each other with kindness
Come whatsoever may

Then, as the gray and gold
Of seasons coalesce
I hope and pray that they will hold
A life of happiness

© Janet Martin

A verse for marriage ...and everything else too

Be kind, one to another,
tenderhearted,
forgiving one another
even as God, for Christ's sake
has forgiven you.

Eph. 4:32

Two weddings this weekend and thus, two of our nephews begin life with their brides:)
After their honeymoons both couples will return home to the busy life of dairy-farming.
This poem is my wedding-wish for them.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

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