Morning Medley

Morning splays its invitation

Mercy lays its daily feast

Like a lavish celebration

On the tables of the east

Morning spills a virgin freeway

To earth’s ills and hilly clime

Like a melody of mercy

To the fellow-mates of time

Newness overcomes the ages

Blueness blushes, gold and rose

Like a scepter filled with promise

Mercy wills hope for man’s woes

Morning wafts from lofts of heaven

Softly to earth’s hard-knock hurt

Like a present freely given

To peasant-princes of dirt

 

© Janet Martin

Ah, what a precious thought. No matter our status we are rich!

Our Father who is rich in mercy lavishes us with His love and grace.

Eph.2:4-10

But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ, even when we were dead in our trespasses. It is by grace you have been saved! And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages He might display the surpassing riches of His grace, 

demonstrated by His kindness to us in Christ Jesus.

For it is by grace you have been saved through faith, and this not from yourselves; it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance as our way of life.

Of Kindred Must

While many come to truck-tractor-pulls for noise and fumes,

my sister-in-law and I agreed we mostly come with our hubbies to watch people, 

and as we did it struck me how I hardly saw anyone alone, all with whoever they came with or met there!

Let’s not pretend we’re brave

‘cause oh, we know we’re not

Ability and what we have

Is but by grace of God

The facade that we wore

When we were younger then

Has thinned into the truth of yore

We all are ‘one of them’

Darling, pretense is vain

And the first-fruit of pride

Why won’t we just be honest then...

We have nothing to hide

For we all make mistakes

We all have much to learn

And none of us has what it takes

To walk this way alone

Let’s not pretend we’re brave

How sad to be a fraud

Because ‘we’ are all that we have

This, by the grace of God

Then, let's be the best 'we'

This is our greatest Must

A helping, loving family

Of common, kindred dust

© Janet Martin

Who Am I? Just a Girl... Answering the question at Dverse today

 

Dipping my toes into the Dverse pool...

Today's prompt: I am who I am but tomorrow, who know?

For today’s Quadrille (a poem of 44 words: no more, no less – not including the title), create a self-portrait.  Perhaps it will be a snapshot of you in some moment of time. Or a taste of your tastes. Or a glimpse into the conglomeration of you — are we perhaps the ultimate nesting doll? Many of us post photos or images with our poems so in this instance, it could be a recent photo; a photo taken in your sepia days; a picture of something you cherish that in essence tells us who you are; an abstract drawing or a flower or animal or color that you ascribe to yourself. Try to make the image complementary to your words.
So, think about it for awhile. Who are you? No one word to include in this prompt….just asking you to create some type of self portrait that you’re comfortable sharing. Let your words be your palette and make broad or fine brush strokes as you wish. You’re the artist here!

Here is a taste of my tastes...

Just a girl who loves to think

Addicted to ink

Night-owl and

Early riser

Troubadour

Merchant of moments

Awed by God

Rhymer of reason and season-song

Tea-drinker, only if there is no coffee

In love with life and the Author of it

Never bored

This Much Ado

Today is hubby's Mom's 85th birthday! 

She has been a widow for almost 42 years. This past year she has bid farewell to many longtime friends, her circle of soulmates dwindling in life's twilight years.

Happy, Happy Birthday, Mother!

Over the years whenever we ask her what she would like for her birthday, Christmas, etc.

 her reply has been the same,

"Just come to visit"

 When I was a little girl my mother gave me a small motto that I kept on my dresser for years. the motto has disappeared but the words on it are etched permanently in my memory,

Only one life

It will soon be past

Only what's done

for Christ will last

Be very careful, then, how you live; not as unwise but as wise, 

Eph.5:15

This gift God gives

Of day to day

Is filled with

Opportunity

This life we live

Of do-and-say

Is shaping our

Legacy

This common rite

Of morn to night

Unveils the noise

Of much ado

It hails a fight

Of wrong and right

And sorrow-joys

We journey through

Do not despair

This thoroughfare

Of holding close

Then letting go

Is like a stair

From here to There

…and what There is

None fully knows

Not to but through

The seeming grave

That holds the bones

Which hold the soul

This much ado

Is like a wave

That dissolves on

Death’s sacred shoal

© Janet Martin

Three things in common all have we...

First life, 

Then death,

Then eternity

Each day is like a flower

That spills from bud to bloom

Before it fades and falls away

Into Yesterday's tomb 

Who knows how far or near we are

To There, an awesome awe-full Gate

Today is Time enough to care

and prepare, ere it is too late