The Weight That Waiting Brings...and other Thoughts

I had to chuckle at the coffee break question on The Weather Network 

on this lovely almost-summer morning....

Coffee Break question

Would you rather have a day at; -25 C with no wind, or -25 C after the windchill?

 "Just think!" sighed Victoria dreamily last night, "in Heaven
we will be able to lie in a field of flowers with NO ants crawling on us!!!"

The weight that waiting brings would wring the heart with worry, oh

But for the blest assurance from the grace whereby we go

The green that grants the blush rush of blooms by the brook and fence

Invites us to wander with God and His kind Providence

The door twixt nevermore and evermore is pushed ajar

A glorious invitation to exactly where we are

The more we have the more we want, sometimes it seems to me

Thus it behooves us to test wishes with humility

Do not despair; the cares of life, for all their hurt and ache

Are beheld by the One who loves us and makes no mistake

The Mystery that hoists the mighty mast of Hope’s ahoy

Anchors the vessel in a Rock that nothing can destroy

Take heed lest greed usurps the seed where want and need enmesh

And we, without awareness serve the lordship of the flesh

Ah poetry, ah, poetry, still waiting to be written

Here’s hoping we will always suffer, poem-hunger smitten

© Janet Martin

 This is the style of poem that has the potential to grow as the day unfolds...

(what waits in the wings, who knows but One?!)

Hypnotist, but for This...

There is no fear in love. 

But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment/(torment KJV...)

1 John 4:18 

For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, 

but of power, love, and self-discipline.

2 Tim.1:7

It paralyzes ponds of ink

With ‘tut-tut, what will people think?!’

And quells with hell’s triumphant leer

The poetry no one will hear

It cuts brave courage to the core

With assumption’s merciless roar

When faith wavers hell’s legions cheer

To see someone fall prey to Fear

It does not trust God or believe

But doubts all that He can achieve

As hell grants gory glimpses here

And hypnotizes Hope with Fear

But God, so rich in mercy hears
He ministers to all our fears
 Then hellish anguish fades away
For demons tremble when we pray

© Janet Martin

This Very Twinkle...

It rumbles like a soundless stead over green-tumbled valley-bed

And shimmers like a cello-strain across a sweep of golden grain

And brushes far-off hills, soft blue with tender, splendor-layered hue

It aches in wakes of years gone by and breaks the bonds of eastern sky

And reaches through the dust and dew to teach the likes of me and you

To trust, not in the dance or dream but in He whose Love reigns supreme

And rules the order of the earth in schools of common death and birth

Where stunning compositions spill in awesome four-season quadrille

While we, from vantage points of dirt are startled by its hope and hurt

Where brokenness and beauty vie for the attentions of a sigh

And looking back cannot return one wink from its tremendous urn

But shapes with nothing more than grace This Very Twinkle taking place

Where standing tall cannot appease the need for falling to our knees

 And success wields a double-blade and happiness is moment-made

As ordinance of day to day turns Time into a lost highway

And draws us from its scope of sod back to Hope's Awesome Author; God

© Janet Martin

Best Hand-me-down Ever...

We will not hide them from their descendants; 

we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, 

his power, and the wonders he has done.

Ps.78:4

Urgency pleads where moments move

Through time’s paramount cry

Where finery of faith, hope, love

Our money cannot buy

Yet no man, whether rich or poor

Can bear to live without

And in the end none can ignore

What many choose to doubt

Aha, pursuit of happiness

For which human hearts thirst

Demands a humble brokenness

The spirit must find first

And who, without help from above

Can claim what saints applaud?

As finery of faith, hope, love

Renders the peace of God

© Janet Martin

A hand-me-down in the sense that someone teaches and shares His Truth,
but Truth we must each claim and believe for ourselves!