Seraph-song...

But I will sing of your strength, 

in the morning I will sing of your love; 

for you are my fortress, 

my refuge in times of trouble.

Ps. 59:16

South Sudan is experiencing desperate 'times of trouble'! 
please, can you join in praying for them?

I cannot divulge much detailed info due to safety and privacy concerns but there are five families who NEED our prayers right now! 

God knows all.

She veils the dale with silver scarf

Her halo, ether gold

Soft seraph-song above the earth

Of New breathed over old

She, from a place that none can trace

Unfurls time’s purest form

And from a crypt, dark-lipped, her face

Unravels a grace-storm

Without the noise of much ado

She seeks no fame or praise

A silk, dew-slippered Seraph who

Begets from death, new days

© Janet Martin

Right Here, Right Now...

 So, what does your right-here-right-now look like?

...ours is a sea of late day gold slow-rolling over the countryside 

We should not wait

For That Great Call

Before we choose to serve our King

Right here, right now

He bids us all

To use our gifts to honor Him

Not in some far

And foreign field

Are they who labor for the Lord

Right here, right now

He bids us yield

Lest we forfeit The Great Reward

Not for the fine

Or fittest, no

Nor only for the brave of heart

Right here, right now

He bids us ‘go’

For He fits us to do our part

He calls us all;

Not only some

Will we surrender to His will?

Right here, right now

We bids us ‘come’

His Great Commission to fulfill

© Janet Martin

No Two Alike

 

Morning, 

 

Then noon,

 

Then night,

...But never,

Ever,

Any two

Alike

For all life’s

Repetitious ways

There are

No two

Identical

Days

© Janet Martin

Aren’cha glad? ;-)

'cause even life's best days

wouldn't taste quite as sweet

the second time around 

whether its days...

or people...

...or *purple play-doh pals

....there are NO two alike!

Ever.

* it began with one, then 'make one for me too!' 

then balls of play-doh shoved at Janet with  'make more, make more'!

(When the balls started becoming marble sized I suggested a few more big guys 😉)

Rhapsody of Renewal

If we learn how to love the best

The premises of each new day

If we learn to live Thankfulness

By what we do, rather than say

If we learn how to leave behind

The ties that bind us to regret

Then we will find sweet peace of mind

…God is not finished with us yet

If we learn to live fully Now

Then we will know happiness, dear

Not fettered to ifs, what and how

Of tomorrow’s sorrows and fear

If we, with humble hearts and hands

Give, big or small, all that we can

And no matter what love demands

Treat as equal, each fellow-man

If we learn how to see ourselves

Not through the lens of shame and blame

But as God sees each one of us

Precious and oh, so loved by Him

Then, when we see the joy of this;

Unfailing love for all our faults

What rapture instills us with bliss

As human heart man’s God exalts

© Janet Martin

 Sing for joy in the LORD, O you righteous ones; 

Praise is becoming to the upright.

Ps.33:1

The Art Of Heart Ache

The heart, incapable of holding all we wish it could

Must learn to hold on to the gold and surrender the rest

Time’s tender New is rife with life-appointments, ill and good

The silver silk of laughter and the umber ilk of test

We cannot always pick and choose the hues that Love allows

…only response; Past soon ensconces all but consequence

The heart, veiled by the skin of us oft bears the brunt of blows

Where God alone bestows the art of heart-and-soul-defense

We never quite outgrow the hurt of love misunderstood

But sometimes love must humble us and teach us to forgive

The heart, incapable of holding all we wish it could

Must also learn how to let go so we may fully live

The ways of love and life unravel beyond our control

Their common confrontations make us who we choose to be

Oh God, how quick the smart of darts can pierce their naked goal

The heart must learn the art of aching with humility

© Janet Martin