Thankful...To He Who Scatters Periwinkle Petal-stars On Grass

To He who scatters periwinkle, petal-stars on grass

And tunes galactic elements where cosmic orbs amass

Who spills his Supreme Signature on heaven’s boundless span

Yet left His throne supernal to put on the flesh of man

To He, born in a stable, King of kings and Lord of lords

To purchase soul-salvation; hope for mortal sin-cursed hoards

…who would not disregard proud, hard-hearted hypocrisy

Of those who taught the Law but hated love’s humility

…who walked among the people and talked of A Better Way

And told them of a Father to whom everyone could pray

How love, not Law would prove discipleship of heart and mind

He blessed the poor, the pure in heart; the meek, merciful,kind

To He, though throngs despised him for His fearless reprimands

Still, thousands upon thousands followed this Galilean

 Their hatred, like storm-maddened skies, blood-thirsty with revenge

Insisted on a sacrifice they could not comprehend

To He, Lion of Judah led like a Lamb to death’s cross

With the cry ‘it is finished’ vanquished Guilt’s fixed albatross

As colors He created when He stated ‘let there be’

Were swallowed in the noonday dark of blood-washed Calvary

To who overcame the grave and waved aside the Stone

That could not seal the Triumph of ’Father, Thy will be done’

To He who proved the victory bought through obedience

And left mankind Love’s Legacy that never, ever ends

We thank Him, Father, Son and Spirit, only faith can know

Heart-hunger, who could bear it; save through Mercy’s overflow

We praise Him for the promise that succeeds earth’s sorrow-strife

If we believe we will receive His gift; Eternal Life

© Janet Martin

Intro...

Along the flight of hill to hill

On daybreak-burnished path

The postlude of spent season spills

Amaranth aftermath

Hush, hush, lush labyrinth of leaf

And buxom, boisterous bloom

The mother of harvested sheaf

Insists upon your plume

Her belvedere of there to Here

Unbridled, idles not

But weans the velveteen veneer

From wood and garden plot

Where shuttle of an ether loom

With deft dexterity

Unravels while weaving; womb-tomb

Her primed propinquity

The highlight of summer-dream dims

It runs bud-caldrons dry

And strums the limb rife with life-hymns

To spectral lullaby

Hush, hush, plush petal-paradise

Earth’s Guerdon of decay

Delights the straggler with a prize

Not yet whispered away

© Janet Martin

Reflection....

 Don't forget about us: Irma's desperate Caribbean survivors

Along one side of the continent,hurricane and flood, on the other devastating forest fires

 To we, not suffering in these areas, much opportunity to help/pray for those doing hands on help!

As we love others

Along the way

Of humble, holy

Day-to-day

As we pay kind and

Earnest heed

To one-others

Common need

As we, with what

We say and do

Reflect a heart

Faithful and true

We testify

Through deed and word

The love we have

For you, oh Lord

© Janet Martin

Of Life

Hello:) 

Of Somber Remembrance

Of Tender Entrustment

Of Sacred Relinquishment

Of what none can rule

Of Humble Homage

Of Noble Knowledge

Of Wisdom’s College

Of Learn’s Lifelong School

Of Merciful Measure

Of Touchable Treasure

Of Bud-to-bloom pleasure

Of Raw Recompense

Of Smiles, free and jolly

Of Miles high and lowly

Of Moment-ous Holy  

Of Death’s Imminence

© Janet Martin

It began as a few 'of's jotted down as inspiration ideas...

Today I turned the 'of-list' into a single poem; Time not leaving me free to expand on the ideas SO

who knows, some of these lines may reappear down the way as poem titles or thought expanded:)

No Use Pretending...Summer Is Ending

With the cool, wet weather we’ve been ‘enjoying’ it comes as no surprise…summer is ending!

 The weather-page simply reminded us in case we are missing it;-)

Please be safe, dear Floridians!

 This week's rainstorms offered up some most unusual backdrop colors...

Summer is ending

No use in pretending

What once was tender and green is still so

August arrangements

Morph into estrangements

Darling, rich tress dons suggestions of snow

Pray, the Lord willing

With fall colors spilling

We will surrender summer’s lusty strains

Futile to tarry

And mourn moments merry

Darling, let’s make the most of what remains

Caramel glimmers

And tangerine shimmers

Flare on stares startled by bearings bereft

Of days much younger

And sunny and stronger

Darling, who knows where time goes; what is left?

Look in the mirror

Ah, truth is much clearer

When it confronts what was youth, face to face

Summer is ending

No use in pretending

It is July in September’s embrace

Darling, the hours

That filled and spilled flowers

Fades from the forefront; fall’s air wears blue-gray

Darling, each season

Is rife with kind reason

Let’s make the most of what soon slips away

© Janet Martin

so true, this quote from Charles Dickens...

"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own;

and from morning to night as from the cradle to the grave

it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy

that we can scarcely mark their progress."

Enjoying the joys of 'early autumn' such as Grandson:)

now 8 mos. old!

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens
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Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/charlesdic154061.html

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/charlesdic1