Tired of Dusting 'Stuff'

PAD Challenge day 3: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Tired of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Sometimes I get tired of dusting so MUCH stuff, I remarked to Victoria as we cleaned today...
"yes", she said. "Me too, but we like 'stuff'! It's full of happy times...."
...books, tea-cups, pillows, old records, toys for little boys, you know???
'Stuff' makes it homes 'homey!'

I’m tired of dusting ‘stuff’

That life and love collects

But still, I will keep most of it

For what ‘stuff’ resurrects

To reacquaint myself

With happy days gone by

An echo-land upon a shelf

Of yester-you and I

I’m tired of dusting ‘stuff’

Yet everything I touch

Is like a memento of sorts

Of afternoons and such

Where much more meets the heart

Than that which meets the eye

Where ‘common stuff’ composes art

In frames of days gone by

© Janet Martin

Of Melded Miles...

This morning's moments held much to smile about...
(the best part? He patted the floor and wanted Grandma right there beside him
to share in the delight of anything with wheels😊)

Then morning melded to noon,
and noon to night

Night’s raven wing has gathered

Earth’s brood beneath its bars

The ash of tears and laughter

Strewed to a roof of stars

Ebony whispers suture

Its miles where moments meld

To Past’s vast cast of pictures  

In Thought alone beheld  

© Janet Martin

Of Muted Musicale...

A riot of full color

Falls quiet in the woods

Beneath the dwindling arbor       

Of autumnal postludes

…as layer over layer

Leaf-lyrics lie, subdued

A prelude to the Player

Of Winter’s Interlude

© Janet Martin

Of Molded Strings

We sense it…

Long before the rifts

As

Love bends us

With lended gifts

While

Ordinary Disappears

Into a Blur

Of yester-years

Where

oft the kiss

Of This soft-rends

Beginnings through

With subtle ends

So

even while

We sense the tug

We smile and sing

And laugh and hug

For

 what good is

The hands that clings

To ribbons made of

Yester-things

And

what good is

The Cup we hold

If we are pining

For its mold

© Janet Martin

Some Times...

 Sometimes '... I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me.  

 For in my inner being I delight in God’s law;  

 but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind 

and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.  

What a wretched man I am! 

Rom.7:21-24

Yep, sometimes this passage just reaches out and slaps me in the face when I sure do deserve it!

But then it goes on to ask,
'Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?  

²⁵ Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!'

"Hallelujah!"

Nature's Artist is always looking to work wonders in our very human nature...it we let him!

Oh, it may seem, sometimes like God forgets or doesn’t hear

The ‘answer’ to a prayer, thin air and disappointment’s tear

Sometimes it feels like Mercy deals a blow where High Hope streamed

And teaches us humility in ways we never dreamed

Sometimes the demons we thought licked, return in sleek disguise

To tell us we were tricked into believing crafty lies

Then we flee to God’s Living Word to thwart the swords Doubt hurled

Greater is He within us than he that is in the world

Oh, it may seem, sometimes, that we fail far more than succeed

But our full-of-compassion-God is long-suff’ring indeed

He does not give what we deserve, though sometimes we complain

Redemption reaches down to lift us up to try again

Sometimes Faith’s Firm fidelity demands what seems unjust

A left-foot-right-foot march toward Hope’s Hierarchy of trust

While we rely on what we know, not on what we can see

And lean upon God’s promise of ‘grace sufficient for Thee’

Sometimes Goodness and Mercy wears a vexatious facade

The Moment more dominant than the endlessness of God

Then sometimes, as we wait upon the One who does not cease

He fills the emptiness of want with surrender, then peace

© Janet Martin