Thursday, April 19, 2018

Sacred Thread


 PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem.

Since I seem to be drawn to Alison Krauss's music these days, how about two more more?



Ain’t it fine, love?
Aint it lovely?
Aint it somethin’ to behol’
We don’t need to
Fret or worry
God is always in control

When the thread
Of life-love-laughter
Gets all tangled in our sigh
Someone is still
Looking after
All the knots we can’t untie

Aint it precious,
Aint it perfect
We of mortal dust-to-dust
Never need to
Fret or worry
If our hearts can learn to trust

Trust Him with
What-if and maybe
Trust Him with this thread of Death
That becomes
A sacred lifeline
When it frays with our last breath

© Janet Martin


Immaculate Thread




 PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem.




The beauty of it helps Her brave
The force of Time’s persuasive wave
Drawing from arms, the girl and boy
That fuels Her heartbeat with joy

But still no matter what Change brings
It never severs Her heart-strings
No matter where Her children roam
These strings will keep them close to home

© Janet Martin

Heartstrings also keep truck-driving hubbies close;-)

 

Rare Thread

  

"For My hand made all these things, 
Thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD. 
"But to this one I will look, 
To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, 
and who trembles at My word.…
Isa.66:1-2 



Mankind is held, beheld, beloved
By One we cannot see
Save in the thousand-thousand ways
He grants glimpses for free

Beneath, above and all around
There’s no denying this
No matter where on earth we look
The God of Heaven IS

We, on God’s footstool, must admit
Nobody can detail
The oracle of instinct, save
By He who does not fail

The thread of Miracle is love
Before the world began
The Master of Time's essence wove
A most mirac'lous plan

Should it not make us tremble then
His miracles enthrall
We, held, beheld and beloved by
The Weaver of it all

© Janet Martin

 PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem.


Fragile Thread

PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” 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: “New Thread,” “Old Thread,” “Twitter Thread,” and “Blue Thread.”

 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. 
What is your life? 
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
James 4:14 NIV



A cavalcade of seasons that no lariat can lasso
Where we are oft betaken by its green-gold-red-white hue

Where highs and lows of thorn and rose bestow both prick and prize
The wicked and the wonder-full entangled in our sighs

…where feather, knife, tickles and slices; rife with pleasure-pain
To we, a breed of need and greed, subject to sun and rain

…and lingering where giddy pink and bronze undo the day
Until the very ground beneath our feet is drawn away

…and tucked beneath the hierarchy of stars above a sphere
Where years, like moths and fireflies flit by and disappear

…where we are oft left breathless by the impact of tick-tock
And how that Door to yesterday no latchkey can unlock

…where Now is always caught between The Was and What Will Be
A vapor on the Very Brink of Vast Eternity

…where awesome separation betwixt living and the dead
Are held into existence by One Single Fragile Thread

© Janet Martin



 Psalm 39:5
"Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, 
And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; 
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. 
Selah.


We must pay closer attention, therefore, to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away. 
For if the message spoken by angels was binding, and every transgression and disobedience received its just punishment, how shall we escape if we neglect such a great salvation?

This salvation was first announced by the Lord, was confirmed to us by those who heard Him,  
and was affirmed by God through signs, wonders, various miracles, 
and gifts of the Holy Spirit distributed according to His will.
...continued here in Heb. 2

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

To We Who Are Tempted...

PAD Challenge day 18: For today’s prompt, write a temptation poem.

Yielding to temptation is the mother of sin Gen. 3
Jesus was tempted and sinned not. Luke 4
 We are all tempted.
Temptation is not the problem...
but what we do with it might possibly be!


We are masters
Of Invention
When temptation
Needs excuse
My, but somehow
Human weakness
Finds a vice
It can't refuse

We are creatures
Born to habit
Temptation
Dangles its bait
But it never
Ever forces
Anyone to
Take a bite

Eve, for all
The trees in Eden
Lusted for
Forbidden fruit
Took a bite
Gave some to Adam
And from there
Sin's seed took root

Don't you hate it
When first morning
Meets its golden
Sunshine mark
...and the 'crumbs'
Of 'secret snacking'
Looked much better
In the dark

Janet Martin~







Of Lions and Snakes

...playing catch-up! 
I got so caught up in Monday's 'favorite things' prompt I neglected Tuesday!
For yesterday’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
  1. Write a love poem.
  2. Write an anti-love poem.

Love Poem

The body is a lion-cage
Where rage and passion scars
Its bars; who knew a flesh-blood stage
Could hold such holy roars 

Or how across the room from me
You rouse, without a touch
The part of me no one can see
But you love, very much

..and where the cage, to other eyes
Seems quite common, I guess
Beneath the cloth of Bearing lies
Love's pacing lioness

Janet~


anti-love poem

there is no hope in hate
revenge cannot appeal
....the fangs of cruel word can cut
what a lifetime won't heal

the mouth can be fiend
when fueled by pure spite
where dust of skin cannot repel
The venom of hate's bite

be careful what you say
lest in the end you grieve
what forgiveness won't soothe away
the scars; those never leave 

the god of self, it seems
is never satisfied
as it replaces love with lust
humility with pride

...it fills this skin-bone shell
with bitterest of fruit
if, where the hurt of harsh word fell
we let revenge take root 

Janet~






For 'Weathered' Winterlings








Don't be too blue, love
Though it is still cold
Earth is a big bud
About to unfold

Don't mourn the moments
We cannot retrieve
Spring gives good reason
To simply Believe

Spotless track-record
Though Her feet may stray
Springtime has never
Forgotten the way

Sooner or later
Green-gold-purple-blue
Will run like a river
Where winter passed through 

Janet~