Until The Thread of Seasons Breaks

 Often we wish for the Prize of being faithful Now, not 'in due season'.

In the meantime lets linger among flowers, shall we?

The prize that lies beyond these hills

Where dawn, yon region wakes

Is not attainable until

The thread of seasons breaks

Flowers oft cheer this way of days

They reminds us of He

Who ushers from the bud, His praise

And from mud, Majesty

We work and weep, want-wonder-stirred

And pray for things to come

We wait while God tests uttered word

And draws us nearer Home

The trial-and-error of mankind

Is as old as the first

This is no newborn grief we find

But with it we were cursed

And since that day of Eve’s downfall

Where Adam did partake

And Jesus’ came to pay it all

The curse of man to break

...we look beyond the far-off hill

Where dawn, yon tresses wakes

And trust the God of love until

The thread of seasons breaks

© Janet Martin

Have I told you that my family gave me a new camera for my birthday?
SO much fun using a camera that works properly!
 

...and a morning prayer

The Tale of Us

life is like a story written in a picture book

its best lines often hidden in small things we overlook

where time is like a rhyme that slips through lips we cannot hush

a bloom that seeps from budded plume, heart-soft, hard pull and push 

attraction and distraction and subtraction tally up

thrilling, filling and spilling over to past's willing sup

where you and I and they-is-was, are at the mercy of

the little jot and tittle that becomes the tale of us

winter is but the prelude to a summer soon subdued

the garden bares its heart ere it becomes dream-worlds unglued

the secret sorrows of the soul can seer one's best intent

aha, aha, we join the hordes who wonder where time went

tomorrow is pure innocence until it is today

time's pencil touches down and scrawls facts from its come-what-may

where life is like a story written in a picture book

the tale of us oft hidden in small things we overlook

Janet Martin

Of This

 Memories/lifetimes are made out of small everyday moments that we sometimes hardly think about...

I hope today's memories include a major house-tidy-up!

Take this day, unfold, untwist

Memories are made of this

Take this moment that you hold

Shape it into mem’ry-gold

Wish and want are futile fronds

Work with Now, ere it absconds

Leave Unknown-Unseen and such

Weave with strands that skim your touch

Take this day, soon it will be

A small stitch in history

Work, play, hope, pray, laugh, weep, kiss

Memories are made of this

© Janet Martin

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

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.