Of Everlasting No Return...

 A few of Yesterday's Everlasting No Returns....

  above; supper-salad from the glory-days of gardening:)

This place of leaves and grass and trees

That cups the steep of Time

Weathers both mortal piracy

And nature’s pantomime

It teaches ‘neath the elements

Of stars and moon and sun

The certainty of recompense

For Deed when it is done

Its plethora of choice invites

The voice of touch, not lips

Where aftermath of it incites

Present-day fellowships

Aha, the law of come and go

While souls are clad in skin

Insists upon both high and low

To gather harvest in

This place of sheaves on eve-tide’s slope

Of gardens gleaned and bare

Of fallow filled with faith and hope

And triumph and despair

Splays scenic ways to come to terms

With what none can escape

The everlasting no return

Of moments taking shape

© Janet Martin

Wishing you wonderful views of the mind 

when today's everlasting no-return is left behind!

Blessings~

Of Life's Lovelinesses...

A stunning sunrise...after last night's skies kept worshipers transfixed through moon-rise!

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1

The loveliness of living spills

Like Love’s caress through trouble’s ills

Its unmerited blessing fills

The humble heart with hope

And offers glimpses of a Prize

Reserved in heaven’s paradise

It ushers gladness to our sighs

Plants flowers on life’s ‘nope’

The loveliness of living pours

In morning-streams through far-flung doors

As mercy offers polished floors

That none before have trod

Where creature need and creature care

Will ever be a bond we share

To bind mankind in earnest prayer

And fix our faith on God

The loveliness of living cheers

This thoroughfare of seasoned tears

It tames time’s tempest, wild with fears

In frames of ‘peace, be still’

Earth thunders with a picture-show

Where wonder wakens worship, oh

To praise God’s grace whereby we go

Through woe and trouble’s ill

© Janet Martin

September Symphony

All day long the prelude played

...leading up to twilight's climax! 

The rainbow lasted quite a while...pictures don't do justice to the most vibrant rainbow I've ever seen!

Soft blended hues of green-gray-blues

Unravels a symphonic haze

Like cello-tune, yellow-maroon

Empyrean boon woos mortal gaze

Landscape sprawls rife with earth’s still-life

Nature employs Beauty’s baton

Where Maestro of mercy and love

Composes hymns to look upon

Gold-gilded leaf, dust-spangled sheaf

Heath, haloed with amethyst mist

Sun-dazzled rills, blue-bathed foothills

Amber-anointed dusk, musk-kissed

Vermilion tints and russet glints

Prelude to crowning crescendo

Tempo of rain on burnished main

Cadence of poplar, birch, willow

Percussion-plume, rainbow in bloom

Minstrels attired in grass and wood

Coral and purple, orchestral

…and Author’s assent, 'it is good'

© Janet Martin

So many stunning snap-shots today. It's hard to choose only a few:)

Today...A Labour of Love

Labor of love flings wide a sky where above it a Banquet waits

But God so rich in mercy cannot seal Redemption’s holy gates

And so in love He stirs the deep with what may seem a common splay

But is in Truth the living proof of His kindness; we call Today

The way from Here to where there is no way to undo ‘no’ or ‘yes’

Is not some fluke free-fangled, dangled hit-or-miss fail-or-success

The happiness of human heart is not and never was love’s quest

But for those who hunger and thirst for righteousness; they will be blessed

These byways filled with broken beggars bent on breadcrumbs, vile and base

Moves God to move the night once more to usher in new day of grace

His faithfulness flings wide a sky beneath a Banquet Hall that waits

Because the call that fills That Hall will also seal Redemption’s Gates

© Janet Martin

Sometimes I think God must be so torn between wanting to rescue His Beloved Believers
... and waiting to rescue His Beloved non-believers…

John 3:16-1 (NIV)

 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.  Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son.

Not Too Late...

 Let's give today our all 

With pure joy, like a child

And if we trip and fall

Let's get back up and smile

Let's reach for fruit, astute

Ah, like we know we should

So when seeds drop and start to root

It's harvest will be good

Life is a fine balance of 'don't sweat the small stuff' and 'in love, the little things are the big things'.

My how often the 'little' challenges the 'big'!

It’s not too late to try again

Oh, do not live this day in vain

My love, the love of God sustains

Though word and deed have slipped awry

His grace forgives if we repent

Hope lives in spite of ways sad-spent

Today is not The Last Judgement

His mercy grants another try

It’s not too late to try once more

The gateway to Forevermore

Is barred; Far East swings wide a door

Unveiling a new day of grace

Then, to honor He who supplants

Rebel-replies with one more chance

Let’s give our best to He who grants

Patience and hope to human race

It’s not too late for one more shot

To give it all that we have got

We owe more than defeated thought

To He who gives more than we earn

So then, lest we yield to despair

Or buckle ‘neath life’s load of care

Let’s start this new day with a prayer

Then trust to God each twist and turn

© Janet Martin