Sunday, April 14, 2019

Wise To Be Wary...


Yesterday I was at my Uncle’s auction sale…a bittersweet day for the family
as Things rich with memories find new families and homes.
Such is the way of our earthly possessions, right?
Uncle is excited to be living with his daughter in their home now,
but two rooms simply cannot house the things that filled a whole home before.
Now the dishes on which many meals were served and shared,
 (so commonplace in the moment)
pass through the auctioneers hands then to the highest bidder,
 so too tables and chairs, beds, appliances, etc, til all of it is claimed, collected and carted off,
as Dear Uncle who bid his wife final earthly farewell a few years ago
parts with another piece of life; their retirement home and the things they touched. 
No wonder, there were tears
A sympathetic relative offered comfort with these words.
“It’s good to try to remember these are only earthly things.
We are looking forward to something much better!”
Still, those heart tugs are earthly and oh, so real! 

 Pictured Below...
my 'keepsakes' from Uncle Abner and Aunt Almeda


While in the thick of love’s hustle and bustle
While in the quick of its kick and cajole
Wise to be wary of mere moment’s muscle
Deftly undoing the strings round the soul

While in the middle of having and holding
Balancing Maybe/Baby with long to-do lists
Wise to be wary of Fingers unfolding
Farewells like flowers the Hour untwists

While in the throes of love’s wild woe and wonder
While in the training of dear girl and boy
Wise to be wary of what waits near-yonder
Past this succession of sorrow and joy

While we clasp hands that cannot weather dying
Basking in tasks while ‘unwrapping the gift’
Wise to be wary of whispers untying
Bonds that seem commonplace before death’s rift

While Time works subtle, inevitable changes
Carving its art with an ethereal knife
Wise to be wary of that which estranges
All but the echoes from rooms full of life

© Janet Martin

 My keepsakes in their for-now spots
 ...for those who wondered what I would do with my 'treasures'.
 a New writing chair... 
(and move-around-the-house-to-wherever-we-need-it-chair)
 While Victoria decides if she wants this dresser...it's mine😀
(in the laundry-room entrance)
 ...the auctioneer looked around for a one dollar bid on this plant-stand, so I did😀
 this stand has so much potential; this is its first tilt-the-head-does-it-look-okay trial!
(if nothing else it will be something new for tots to undo😁)

Eccles.3:1-6

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away...

Had to think of the passage above and the song below...

A Palm Sunday (and every day) Song of Praise


 

 I was blessed to be part of the kids Sunday School lesson today,as the eyes of young and old 
turned to the form of The King of kings riding into Jerusalem on a donkey.
The Story Leader told how many thought this could not be the King or Messiah because surely the King of the Jews would not come on a donkey!
 She went on to remind us that in life, when what we hope for doesn't look like we thought it would
 it is good to remember that God/Love has a far bigger, better plan in place
than we can know through what we see in the present!



Sing to the Lord, praise Him, infants and children
Sing to the Lord, young and old, weak and strong
Sing to the Lord, every tribe, every nation
Worship the God of salvation with song

Worship the One who does not hold against us
The awful penalty for our sin
Sending His Son Jesus, perfect and blameless
Love gave His life so that death would not win

Sing to the Lord, rich and poor, wise and simple
Sing to Lord for the gift of His Son
Worship the King, fill His flesh and blood temple
With glad thanksgiving for what He has done

Law cannot change it, time cannot erase it
Once and for all Jesus rose from the dead
Sing to the Lord and let nothing replace it
Lest God forbid, the stones cry out instead

Sing to the Lord of lords, sing to the King of kings
Sing to the author of mercy and grace
Worship the One who loves us more than anything
And thus gave Himself to be death in our place

Worship the One through Whom sin is forgiven
Worship the One who has saved us from hell
Worship the One true God of earth and Heaven
Worship the One too wonderful to tell

Sing to the Lord, Praise Him, infants and children
Sing to the Lord, Young and old, weak and strong
Sing to the Lord, every tribe, every nation
Worship the God of salvation with song

© Janet Martin

Luke 19:36-40
 As He rode along, the people spread their cloaks on the road.
And as He approached the descent from the Mount of Olives,
the whole multitude of disciples began to praise God joyfully
in a loud voice for all the miracles they had seen:
“Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!”b
“Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”c
But some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples!”
“I tell you,” He answered, “if they remain silent, the very stones will cry out.”
 

Saturday, April 13, 2019

In Spite of Viewpoints and Points of View


 PAD Challenge day 13: For today’s prompt, write a view poem


"When I grow up I'm going to live in the countryside"
declared an ecstatic four-year-old, delighted with his point of view


Our views are shaped by what we see
What we are taught, or not
The dynamics of family
The status of our lot

The things we have, the things we lack
The wars we win and lose
What we believe, twixt white and black
The attitudes we choose

Where side by side the whole world wide
In all we see and do
More than city or countryside
Will shape our points of view

For all the differences twixt
Creed, culture, class and breed
Still keeps our flesh-and-blood-forms fixed
In universal need

…of food and water’s sustenance
Where Hunger carves its hole
Of love and respect’s reverence
To feed the heart and soul

© Janet Martin


Friday, April 12, 2019

The Art of April...(Home of the Masters;-)


  PAD Challenge day 12: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The Art of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem 


 Every year Ontario-ans have a love-hate affair with April!

Artist that fuels the optimist’s grin
While colors duel twixt winter and spring
Sepia surface primed for floods of green
Suffers the surges of caught in-between
While high and low flings its yearly travail
Seasonal seesaw of zephyr and gale
Eager eyes scanning the soft-swelling bud
Waiting for wonders to fan from the mud
Where April’s artist, brush dripping with flow’rs
Teases the landscape with snow-stippled showers
Vexing and cheering with gold gilt then white
Unleashing tides of chagrin and delight
While hearts and temps, like golf-balls, soar then drop
Annual tug-of-war in Time’s weather-shop
Teaching the patron of petal-plumed flit
The fine art of patience while waiting for it

© Janet Martin

Ir's Master's Weekend! Looks like a good one. Enjoy!




The Art Of Happiness # 1


PAD Challenge day 12: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The Art of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem


 The Art of Happiness...



…is finding in the moment so much to be thankful for
…is wanting what we have instead of always wanting more
…is rejoicing with others in their hour of success
…is mourning with the sorrowing, not dodging their distress
…is doing, not as little but as much as best we can
…is being able to adapt to sudden change of plan
…is loving and leaving the rest to He who knows in full
…is not borrowing morrow’s trouble for today’s push-pull
…is cherishing the journey and not waiting for the goal
…is settling the account betwixt the Saviour and the Soul

 © Janet Martin