Once and For All

PAD Challenge 15:For today’s prompt, write a “one time” poem. 

And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began.
John 17:5

What horror bid Thee languish

Thou, Lamb of Calvary

That drew death’s goal from anguish

To glorious victory

What grace flowed from Thy sorrow

Perfection crucified

Once and for all; my Lord, oh

To break sin’s curse, You died

What splendor in submission

What tender agony

What mercy-bowed contrition

Didst plea for you and me

But rock could not contain Him

Nor locks restrain Hope’s Bloom

As ages still proclaim Him

The Victor of the Tomb

Once and for all, my Lord, oh

Man’s awful debt You bore

To save our souls from hell, oh

In death’s Forevermore

Once and for all; ah, Jesus

You took on form of man

Thou, who knew You would free us

Before the world began

© Janet Martin

 

Things Are Not Always What they Seem...

PAD Challenge day 14: For today’s prompt, pick a popular saying and make that the title of your poem; then, write your poem.

The harder the battle the sweeter the victory-Roland

Things are not always what they seem;the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden . Phaedrus


Things are not always what they seem

Dreams, darling with delight

After their thrill of whim is filled

Cannot quell appetite

Free will, feels freer than it is

Never free of its charge

Where we adore or just ignore

The love of God at large

The voice of choice often seems small

And quite irrelevant

Yet, it begets the seed that sets

In motion, what we plant

Things are not always what they seem

Life’s trial and its hurt

Produces in its end, my friend

A patience-perfect work

© Janet Martin

 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you encounter trials of many kinds,

 because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  

Allow perseverance to finish its work, so that you may be mature and complete, 

not lacking anything.…

James 1:2-4

Shoot for the Moon...and Beyond

PAD Challenge day 14: For today’s prompt, pick a popular saying and make that the title of your poem; then, write your poem.

Norman Vincent Peale — 'Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.'

Keen passion’s flame that aims at fancy aiming for the stars

And will the truth of youth to more than blips on calendars

Let being’s beauty of dream-duty’s duel fuel life

And drink the ink of poetry to calm the qualms of strife

War for far more than war of words; this roar of dust-to-dust

Soon lies annulled; its prizes culled of care’s extinguished trust

Shoot for the moon; high noon and June’s polished turquoise and gold

Always falls prey to end-of-day and ploys of growing old

Take time to make from rhyme and mime of tick-tock filigree

After its said-and-done is said and done, love-poetry

Find fond remembrances to dance with on dusk’s shadowed sod

Phrase thankfulness to praise and raise its worship-lays to God

© Janet Martin

We Are Never Too Old to Learn...

PAD Challenge day 14: For today’s prompt, pick a popular saying and make that the title of your poem; then, write your poem.

 ...like a bud before blossom and blossom before fruit and fruit before harvest and harvest before winter and winter before spring...we are always becoming.

We all, are always becoming

And never too old to learn

The numbing nix of ticks and tocks

Grinning its no return

While we are always becoming

From frames of Who We Were

Her echoes of ‘I told you so’

Oft startle Who We Are

Yet, Who We Are is becoming

Who We Have Yet To Be

While we balance its earned and learned

With what we cannot see

© Janet Martin

No Time Like The Present (#2)

 

Pad Challenge Day 14:  For today’s prompt, pick a popular saying and make that the title of your poem; then, write your poem.

No time like Present, love

Dawn draws its wraps away

Where we like children hug and tug

Gossamer gold and gray

To find within its folds

What no one holds for long

For renaissance is soon ensconced

In haunts of yester-song

The bower of new day

Soon spills its flower where

The hour of its live-laugh-love

Lilts on the stilly air

© Janet Martin