No Matter Where We Look...

It trembles in green leaf aloft

In petals, perfume-skinned

It wafts in salutations soft

As whispers on the wind

It spills across the still of dusk

From skeins of silken gold

It spurs the seed that stirs the dust

With harvest’s hidden hold

In pearl of dew and furl of dark

On heavens endless sweep

Its morning does not miss its mark

Nor find its Bard asleep

It spirals in a star of snow

And chuckles in a brook

It trembles where bloom-banners blow

Or nod in wooded nook

It draws the eye to where it rolls

In oceanic wave

With solemn sanction it cajoles

The lilies on a grave

With flourish of a phantom pen

It fills the furrowed field

It nourishes the roar of men

With mercy-mentored yield

No matter where we look we see

On sky or sea or sod

Its kind familiarity

...the signature of God

© Janet Martin

 He alone stretches out the heavens and treads on the waves of the sea.

Job 9:8

Plunder-Proof

 God gives and gives and gives to man

In spite of what we earn

Sometimes it does us well to scan

What we give in return

Mankind for all our taste and touch

No matter how we live

Ought learn, no one can love too much

Or ever over-give

Though moderation is the key

To happiness and health

The more we love and give, ah we

Increase a hidden wealth

…where joy will overflow the trove

Of humble heart with praise

For how we give is how we love

The One who grants our days

© Janet Martin

 Proverbs 11:25
The generous man will be prosperous, And he who waters will himself be watered.

2 Corinthians 8:12
For if the eagerness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what one has, 

not according to what he does not have.

Sole Goal

"If you're wearing yellow you may go!" shouted the leader.

Two delighted girls instantly found yellow on their summer tops and 'went'.

However, no amount of pleading could persuade the leader that orange counted as yellow,

no matter how much little Luke insisted that 'it's almost yellow!'

Someday, if we have not followed the 'rules' God clearly laid out for this earthly challenge

there will be no exceptions made at the Gates of Heaven when we plead with 'almost'!

Let's make our 'calling and election sure' before it is too late because there is no changing the rules, ever.

There is One Way into Heaven; Jesus. His shed blood is our ransom and only if we believe in Him will we be saved!

  

A wise man makes his soul-goal his sole goal

Ah, kindly Keeper of each soul

Ah, love immaculate

Let us not blindly miss The Goal

Because we chose to wait

To delay is a deadly vice

Forbid that we fall prey

To Things that may seem safe and nice

But lead the heart astray

Death is not all that it appears

Beyond its silent pose

Begins a life not marked by years

Where soul of mortal goes

And there, forever-evermore

The Soul of man will be

Time’s day of grace is but a door

Into eternity

© Janet Martin

The unfolding of your words gives light;
it gives understanding to the simple.
 Ps.119:130

 

Invocation to June

Come, sweet deliverer of days

That dawn early and linger late

You stir the soul with wholesome praise

For mercies fragrant, flower-shaped

And on a page of greenest phrase

Make common poets laureates

Come, pretty plot of paradise

Rife with new life drawn from staid dust

Where brooks are garnished with soft sighs

Of yellow stars and dreamer’s lust

And every day is like a prize

Pink-purple-gold trophies of trust

Come, season-divined doggerel

Thy poetry is like a prayer

In temples framed by hill and dell

With roof of sky and walls of air

Where testaments of heaven swell

From earthy founts of petal-fare

Come, tender splendor of a tune

Strummed by minstrels of rain and rose

Where choristers of nature croon

The hymns that leaf-lyrists compose

Come, formless pantheon called June

Praise God from whom thy merit flows

© Janet Martin

Sincere apologies to the first no. of readers to this poem, posted before proper proof-reading, with half-writ lines and word repetition, just to name a few of the oopsies corrected!
 

May Morning Medley

I had a little flower photo-shoot while waiting on the youngsters to arrive this morning...

Farewell, sweet, sweetest May

Leaf-lace on woodland’s viridian veil

Showcase for perfume of lilac-lined trail

Laughter from rafters of sapphire sweep

After the ire of winter-winds sleep

Romance of tulip and forget-me-not

Slow-dance of zephyr on hill and tree-top

Twitter and titter of fair, feathered throng

Dew-diamond glitter gilds dawn’s meadow-song

Garden-plots grin with the glint of first-fruit

Tiny tots traipse through its haven, bare-foot

Rain-streams and sunbeams ravish nature’s need

Daydreamers dally where bud-ballets bleed

Wealth wills bloom-wonder to beggar-like bards

Earth spills plumed plunder to gaunt limbs and yards

Gone is the groaning of ‘when will it be’

Spring spawns atonement for hope’s misery

Merchant and miser alike cannot claim

Garment of nature nor lock of Her mane

Silver sun-sparkles on shimmering seas

Shiver of poplar leaf-lay on the breeze

Summer, a murmur of moments away

Calmer, the commonness of middle day

Fairer the freeway of blush pinks and creams

Where May is heaven of earth, so it seems

© Janet Martin