Thursday, August 1, 2019
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Ere Summer Like a Flower Fades...
Farewell, sweet July!
Ere winter drapes sugary shawls over the stooped
shoulders of earth
And Jack Frost leaves his feather-scrawls on parchment
void of flower-mirth
Where Queen Ann’s Lace and chicory and columbine and
goldenrod
Have tendered their rainbow melee to rest in cold, dark
chests of sod
Ere fence-line finery is doffed and orange lily-lanterns
snuffed
By winds once green and whisper-soft as silk that pops
the milkweed tuft
Ere songbirds launch a southward flight and woodlands shed
their shushing tress
And all the land is staunch and white; shrouded in
sterling quietness
Ere lap and slap of lake-song stills and surging splurge
of surf is spent
And steely surface seals the rills; ere petal from pinion
is rent
To moulder in the dust of days beneath a soldered garden
path
Ere summer slips into the haze of wind-strummed wild-grass
aftermath
Ere summer like a flower fades and Beauty dons more
somber hues
Ere farmer wields the harvest-blades and winter-weather
fills the news
Let’s love this season’s wonder-storm without wishing for
something more
Ere What We Hold loses its form like waves as they are
washed ashore
© Janet Martin
Look To Jesus...
In case we've become disillusioned or discouraged...
and because devotion/dedication demands disciplined diligence!
Shoulder to lean on and heart of compassion
Mankind’s Redeemer, salvation secure
His thoughts much higher than ours, purely human
He is no liar; His promises sure
He never leaves us though often we grieve Him
Though doubt persuades us to trust what we see
Just like a loving dad cares for His children
He waits to welcome us back tenderly
His…Ear always open to prayers of surrender
His…Forgiveness free at the foot of the cross
His…Love, never-failing, fills service with splendor
His…Hope heals the hurts carved by longing and loss
Then rise to the race set before us to finish
Look unto Jesus as we climb Time’s stairs
Eyes on the Prize; let love’s Highlight diminish
Sin that entangles and hinders our prayers
Kneel at the feet bearing scars of rejection
(Now through glass darkly but then face to face)
Look unto Jesus; through His resurrection
Death has no sting; we are saved by His grace
© Janet Martin
I Cor.15: 54-58
When
the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable and the mortal
with immortality,
then the saying that is written will come to pass:
“Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!
Therefore,
my beloved brothers, be steadfast and immovable.
Always excel in the
work of the Lord,
Monday, July 29, 2019
Dear Summer
Tender summer, take Time slowly
Linger on the garden path
Lead us through avenues tolling
With impending aftermath
Sweet, fleet summer, tame your hours
Teach the student of your days
To live gently among flowers
And give your Creator praise
Glorious summer, do not hasten
Do not leap into your grave
Where wheat fields like golden oceans
Draw the farmer to its wave
Dearest summer, linger longer
Where our bare feet stir your dust
Feeling younger, freer, stronger
In a world of wonder-lust
Soulful summer, sweet sun-strummer
Weave your blossom-binding spell
Ere we grasp at chaff-like shimmers
To hear sea-song in your shell
© Janet Martin
Lounging Lakeside
Lap of lake lulls;
pulls us into pure purposelessness
Slap of sea-song slides;
glides like a hymn of happiness
Hint of wind-wisp rifles;
trifles with a green- leaf clock
Glint of silver bobbing;
lobbing diamonds to the dock
Traffic made of ripples;
stipples hazy, lazy bars
Laughter wafts;
soft petals skimming a blue lake of stars
© Janet Martin
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