Steadfast and True

But he was pierced for our transgressions, 

he was crushed for our iniquities; 

the punishment that brought us peace was on him, 

and by his wounds we are healed.

Isa.53:5 

No matter what we think or feel

Or dare to say or do

The everlasting Word of God

Abides, steadfast and true

No matter what circumstance grants

Be it joy or dismay

The Word of God is not by chance

But is man’s hope and stay

The Word of God withstands Time’s test

Through ever-pressing tides

No matter what may come to pass

The Word of God abides

...then when we turn each sacred page

And look on He who died

Faith rests assured in spite of age

And hope is satisfied 

The Word of God is like a spring

Of Living Water poured

And as the thirsty come to drink

Their courage is restored 

Then sing; let earth ring with the joy

That God alone can give

Nothing and no one can destroy

His Words whereby we live

© Janet Martin

Isaiah 51:6
"Lift up your eyes to the sky,
Then look to the earth beneath;
For the sky will vanish like smoke,
And the earth will wear out like a garment
And its inhabitants will die in like manner;
But My salvation will be forever,
And My righteousness will not wane.

 Heaven and earth will pass away,
but my words will never pass away.

Matt.24:25

A tweaked re-run just for fun:) In Praise of Perfection In a Can...

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. 

 

He wakes me up each morning

Much to my delight

He knows exactly what I need

And how to do it right

I stay a little sleepy

Until I feel his touch

His warmth flows into, through me

I love him oh, so much

 

 

Maxwell, you’re a darling

I keep you in a can

And can't wait until morning

To kiss your face of tan

Your deep and robust passion

  Ignites me to the core

And oh, I know I cannot

Live without you anymore

 

 

Love, you don’t have to worry

No one can take your place

I sip you and inhale you

With a smile upon my face

Maxwell, you’re a darling

I love your coat of blue

And in the early morning

Nobody else will do

 

Maxwell, you’re a keeper

Perfection in a can

I wonder what would happen

IF YOU WERE A MAN

 

Janet Martin 

In Praise of Friends...

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. 

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food. 

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world; 

let’s fix that today–with this poem. 

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

I had a day out with friends today to celebrate a 50th birthday, (Happy birthday, Jan:)

...so it is only fitting to praise the blessing of good friends!

 

A friend is like a favourite book

We read again, again

They are the laughter in our ‘glad’

The pillow in our pain

A friend is like a precious poem

The beauty of each line
Etched in a page-less treasure-tome

Word cannot quite define

A friend is like a gift from God

I pray that I may be

The kind of friend to you, my friend

That you have been to me

© Janet Martin

In Praise of November Days...

You flood the heart with phrases too manifold for mere word

You toll a gong that blazons from yon belfry undeterred

And though you doff coppice and croft of autumn color-schemes

You move your moody wand across the brooding ponds and streams

You nurture nature’s languor with a lonesome lullaby

And spread a somber table for the poet’s hungry sigh

The lay leased to the laden limb, you quiet, leaf by leaf

As amber-russet riot dims on ashen-brindled heath

You scatter summer’s tatters like a scalawag run wild

And strip the tips of fronds that donned the lilt of bloom awhile

You sweep the sleeping landscape with death’s elemental dearth

And draw the eye to where the sky is tucked against the earth

You keen with soulful silence the impact of season’s seal

How one cannot turn back the clock to walk on Bygone’s reel

How, even in November when your wind is a sad song

We ought to dance and remember not to glance back too long

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. 

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food. 

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world; 

let’s fix that today–with this poem. 

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

To He Who Fills The Rill...

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. 

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food. 

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world; 

let’s fix that today–with this poem. 

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

The first praise poem is to Faithful God...

Without the hope of heaven there would be no comfort for those who mourn!

 Our thoughts and prayers are with all those after the horror of this shooting

 "These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. 

In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."

John 16:33

To He who fills rill, firth and fount with silver madrigal

Who probes the nucleus of seed soon heaped in harvest hymn

Who orchestrates the quartet of winter-spring-summer-fall

And breaks the bud that bleeds a lake of leaf-song from its limb

…who tunes tree-tress with zephyr-sigh and dusky lullabies

The choir He conducts is flawless in its harmony

Where assonance and dissonance captivates ears and eyes

Of onlookers dumbfounded by this Maestro’s majesty

To He who keeps kind order where chaos and carnage rage

He turns the page; a music-sheet of mercy mediates

Grace lights the wick, ignites the quick of new day to earth’s stage

While we wage wars of what and why, He never deviates

To He whose love will never fail though we wail; this world’s woe

Would be far more than we could bear without the word of God

The Overcomer of this World is greater than the foe

Thus He, Hope’s Holy Deity we extol and applaud

© Janet Martin

Destruction's Prey

Poetics Aside Pad Challenge day 5: For today’s prompt, write a self-destruct poem.

Tip that bottle that destroys

Happy homes of  girls and boys

Beats the shark at his own game

Marksman of folly and shame

Not the fruit that bears the blame

Tip the bottled mottled with

Toast of boast and prideful pith

Laugh; love's earnest caution shirk

Ruin does not rush its work 

Poured from gourds where demons lurk

Tip the bottle full of lies 

Drink The Master of Disguise

Revel where hell-devils play

Reeling in Destruction's prey

Truth will have the final say

Janet Martin

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
And clever in their own sight!
Woe to those who are heroes in drinking wine 
And valiant men in mixing strong drink, 
Who justify the wicked for a bribe,
And take away the rights of the ones who are in the right!…

Isa.5:21-23

Love Try-angle

November's Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge 3.

For today’s prompt, write a triangle poem.



I
Am
Not too
Sure about
A whole lot of
Matter-of-facts of life

I
Do
Know
This; I am
Glad, my love, you
Picked me to be your wife

To
Try
To give
Our best to
Each day that we
Live is the best love can do

I
Hope
You can
Forgive the
rest with three
Little words, I love you

Janet~

Whosoever Believes

PAD Challenge day 4: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Whosoever (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Whosoever Objects to This Union,” “Whosoever Wants to Eat My Candy,” or “Whosoever Doesn’t Wash Their Hands After Flushing.”

Whosoever believes on Him 

No requisite but one

To inherit eternal life

When mortal days are done

...and whosoever will may come

And whosoever calls

Upon the name of Christ the Lord

Will be saved, one and all

Let all of we who thirst then come

And freely drink our fill

Salvation through God's only Son

Replenishes the well 

...whosoever hears the words

Of Jesus and believes

Is not condemned but through His blood

Eternal life receives

Janet Martin