Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Season-scenes



 This tree has framed many a season-scene...

Seasoned scenes of seasons seem to
Slip seamlessly past our gaze
Where the cast of wake and sleep seeps
To the deeps of Bygone days

Life is rife with knife-like hunger
Want taunts haunts within the mind
We bear naked shares of care, love
Plunder blunder, wonder-blind

Sometimes sums of summer-winter
Summarize their words in sighs
Seasoned scenes of seasons seem to
Slip, a blip before our eyes

© Janet Martin


Because 'This' Is All We Have, Dear...





There are matters much more urgent
Than the jingle of a dime
Darling, sometimes more than money
I wish for a bit more time

We get so caught up in ‘what-if’
We forget the best; what is
Let’s lie beneath Time's blue-loaned sky
Or stroll fall's wind-blown This

Because, This is all we have, dear
Before come-whatever-may
Rich or poor or in between, Here
Is Time's ever-present prey

We cannot command the hour
Time waits for no man, they say
But darling, we could do Something
That we say we’ll do Someday

Because, This is all we have, dear
Before come-whatever-may
Rich or poor or in between, Here
Never takes a holiday


© Janet Martin


In God We Trust...


Above pics an excerpt from a post a week ago...

In God we trust
These may-and-musts
That man embellishes
Will pass
But never God's Ever-
lasting and faithful promises 

In God we trust
His way is Just
Though oft puzzling to man
Nothing and no one
Can usurp
Love's immutable plan

No matter who,
No matter what
Vexes this mortal dust
Nothing on earth
 Is bigger than
The God in whom we trust

© Janet Martin


 Thoughts and prayers with our American friends on this election day!

This Is The Guaranteed Outcome of the Election

In Good Hands

For today’s prompt, we’re on our second two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:
  • Write a nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
  • Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.




In the broad sense nothing changes
Winter follows fall
But on smaller scales, love, nothing
Stays the same at all

Time’s incessant night-day circuit
Gleans with rise and set
Rock-bottom and cloud-nine gifted
Milestones we forget

Birth and death; earth’s grand game-changers
Reminds us of this;
Nothing, no matter how humdrum
Remains like it is

When we look into the mirror
Old as we may be
Point and fact becomes much clearer
In the face we see

We cannot go back, my darling
Time runs but one way
Fortune is the simple learning
To cherish Today

Futile to fear or cling vainly
To what years estrange
Better to embrace The Daily
Hinged to constant change

Dawn is like a flawless rhinestone
Blazoning from space
God, its faithful Giver never
Alters love and grace


© Janet Martin

 Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.
Heb.13:8

...so, no matter what happens today,
we are in Good Hands!


Monday, November 7, 2016

On Learning How To Walk...





 Every Friday Miss "I he'p you" comes to my house...
This past Friday, as we headed upstairs so she could 'he'p' make the beds and vacuum
I asked her at the foot of the stairs, 'are you going to walk ahead of me or behind me?' and she replied without an instant's hesitation,
'I going to walk beside you'... 


What joy this walk of life will be
If we with meekness recognize
Mercy-metered ability
Then cut our footsteps down to size

Then we will not run on ahead
While others lag, beg, broken, tried
But we will pace our race instead
To walk life’s journey side by side

© Janet Martin

 He has told you, O man, what is good; 
And what does the LORD require of you 
But to do justice, to love kindness, 
And to walk humbly with your God?

Micah 6:8

After 'he'p' we rest;-))