Sunday, September 11, 2016

For The Sake Of Time...

We have a beloved elder at our church who among his earnest admonition, encouragement and praise to Jesus for His love and wonders thereof, often inserts  the words 'for the sake of time I won't etc, etc'...
Those words struck me today...
 'Oh, to feel the joy of a child', murmured an onlooker...
...unhindered, as yet, by the threat of Time
... their expressions at the sound of the dinner-bell... priceless!

Lord, teach us how to take the Time 
to make the most of the Time we have
with what matters most!
For the sake of Time we ought to consider how it is lent
Walk a slow while among flowers; lie beneath its sky-blue tent
Keep an ear tuned to the tempo of moment-oh, tick-tock fare
While we learn to love each other like we have no time to spare

For the sake of Time we ought to consider how it is spent
Like merchants of something far more lasting than dollars and cents
Idle on a hilltop, darling, beneath breeze of plum and musk
Listen to the croon of wind-song where noonday soon turns to dusk

For the sake of Time we ought to consider how it is sent
From a Hand of love and mercy to a land of discontent
From the One who knows the number of days we have left to live
For the sake of Time we ought to worry less and simply give

For the sake of Time we out to consider how it is bent
Leaning, ever leaning nearer to the point of fulfillment
Where, when time’s last breath is taken we will waken to the soul
For the sake of time we ought to consider Time’s timeless goal

© Janet Martin

 And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’
Matt.25:40


Saturday, September 10, 2016

We of Time's Wayfaring...





We of Time’s wayfaring
While its seasons bleed
Harbor in our bearing
Worlds of want and need

Startled by the plunder
Of time’s fallen ranks
Hearts hollow with hunger
And yet fill with thanks

Subtle, this Becoming
Summer’s tolling bell
Staggers thought with stunning
Vistas of Farewell

We of Time’s wayfaring
Juggle moment-gems
Knowing touch will meld them
To past’s diadems

Jolted by the After
Of soft-sundered noise
We cling to its laughter
Like lost girls and boys

© Janet Martin

Another niece-wedding today
Reminding us of time’s ever-changing way






Friday, September 9, 2016

Middle-age Bravado

I had a delightful luncheon yesterday, to celebrate a dear friend's birthday.

 ...cherishing the slower pace that we allowed ourselves to take (in Elora Ontario)

...even photographing our purses because they looked nice together, just like good friends!


I am not afraid of you, Father Time
Your scruffy face makes me glad
To be alive

When I look in the mirror
See your kiss upon my cheek
I count my blessings

Though you vex me with the ways
Of middle-age grace
I will not quit

…until That Day.
Until then I will let you
Walk through me

Chase me across the
Yard, scattered with summer’s
Tattered postcards

Father Time, I invite your touch because
I am not afraid of you
…Much

© Janet Martin

Vexed



Vexed by the haste of Seasons
Vexed by the taste of strife
Vexed by the waste of reason
Vexed by the haste of life

Tried by the stride of seasons
Tried by the slide of knife
Tried by the why of reason
Tried by the pride of life

Wooed by the view of seasons
Wooed by the rue of strife
Wooed by the blue of sea-song
Wooed by the New of life

© Janet Martin

I just finished mowing a lawn already flecked with maple red and gold...
(mind you, not decked! only flecked.)