Day-trip

PAD Challenge day 10: For today’s prompt, write a travel poem.

 

Let’s make a day of it

And travel where the hours

Unravel lanes where swallows flit

Through hollows frilled with flow’rs

…and brooklets lilt and laugh

Like autographs from God

And all along the wooded path

The dogtooth violets nod

…and breezes ebb and flow

Like sea-song, ethereal

And buttercups like golden snow

Bedazzles hill and dell

…and wander-lands of green

Herald nature’s rebirth

Where everything seems seventeen

Giddy with dreams and mirth

...and earth, once more akin

To Eden’s perfect world

Invites us to glimpse heaven in

A day of spring unfurled

Let's make a day of it

Let's climb each grassy height

Until the sky is diamond-lit

And earth slips out of sight

© Janet Martin

What a Finish!

 It's always been this way...

One person's triumph is another person's defeat...

One person's win, another's loss...

While one celebrates victory, the other suffers bitter disappointment!

 Another highly entertaining Masters makes history, What a finish, what a finish!

 Someday hopefully we can all say What a finish as we get to the end of the challenge...

Praise Jesus, because of His awesome It Is Finished we may all have the victory, not because of anything we have done (save believe) but because of everything(life eternal) Christ has won on our behalf...thus while Christians mourn our dead we know somewhere legions cheer, 

and welcome home the Victors!

It’s not our call

We’re all so small

In the grand scheme of years

That we must trust

Our dust-to-dust

To He who orders spheres

The hierarchy

Of you and me

Is always only this;

A little leap

Of wake and sleep

Before death’s genesis

So, young or old

We should behold

Each gift of day with love

In all we do

Be kind and true

Our thankfulness to prove

Then, when the Door

To Evermore

Makes Awesome Unknown known

Truth will amaze

…This world of days

Was just a stepping stone

© Janet Martin

 

Yesterday's match was pure sport. 

Imagine getting to the end of life's final challenge to hear

so near...yet so far!

 

Acts 16:30-33King James Version (KJV)

³⁰ And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?

³¹ And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

³² And they spake unto him the word of the Lord, and to all that were in his house.

So Then...

 PAD challenge Day 9:For today’s prompt, take the phrase “So (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

 So then,

My dear,

I choose things

The way they are

…to have you

So far,

Yet so near

Rather than

So near,

Yet so far

© Janet Martin

So Blessed

PAD Challenge day nine: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “So (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Time roars through us

Our skin like shores

Cupping strange, phantom seas

Where glorious

And gloomy pours

From yon to yore with ease

So much to see,

So much to do

So little life, it seems

That sometimes we

Feel torn in two

By duty and daydreams

The more we live

The less we know

Of what we thought we knew

The more we give

The less we owe

When this 'hello' is through 

Eternity's

Tsunami, dear

Is closing in with haste

Where memories

Weave Now and Here

Into no time to waste

How happy is

The heart that learns

Within Time's quickened quest

A humble bliss

Where no returns

Can keep us oh, so blessed

Janet Martin

Making the Most of The Little...

So much living...so little life!

Cherish the Now while it runs rife 

Lest in the quest of Better, my dear

We miss the best of life;
Now and Here!

Gorgeous Saturday here!

By God's grace let's fills our space with joy...

The first week of April has been a bit of a beautiful blur...

You will leave

Love takes no holiday

And I could grieve

This Now that slips away

But not today

Lest, as I stare

I miss your kiss, my dear

Deaf to the air

That sings with Now and Here

…they disappear

And who of us,

No matter how we try

With fret and fuss

Can refurbish the sky

With ‘Now’ passed by?

Thus, if I grieve

Ah, may it simply be

A brief reprieve

To dance with the memory

Of you with me

© Janet Martin

Panic Attack

PAD Challenge day 8: For today’s prompt, write a panic poem.

 Yesterday we woke to the after-effects what must have been a sudden panic-attack on old Man Winter's part...for we were well on the way to putting his memory behind us!

He began on Thursday evening and raged shamelessly all night long...

He rouses, panic-stricken

Oh dear, he must have dozed

And let the sunshine quicken

Bud-melodies, still closed

He dashes to his kitchen

Tips over jugs and jars

Below, the song of robins

Is snuffed by tardy stars

He shakes his feather pillows

A frenzied maniac

Afraid of green-leafed willows

And flower bric-a-brac

From closets he yanks dusters

And mops and pails and brooms  

With might, sheer panic musters

He sweeps a thousand rooms

…and chases through blue heaven

Dust bunnies white as snow

They tumble from his cavern

Onto the earth below

 Aha, grins Old Man Winter

White mayhem reigns once more

He tips back his recliner

And soon begins to snore

© Janet Martin