No Quick Fix...

Yesterdays poem-a-day challenge was its traditional final two-for-Tuesday;

 Write a love poem or write an anti-love poem. 

Love was never made strong enough to bear what might be, only what is. 

Love never fails.

this morning love was treated to a good chuckle.

Little Girl arrived, proudly bearing gifts!

From a purple polka-dot bag she produced

...a cold hotdog?!!

Her mother explained that at supper last night she insisted on saving one for Janet

and she wanted to put it in her purple polka-dot bag like a real present!😁

Ah irony of love; it heals and wounds,

...a reel of laughter and tears

There is no quick fix for the heart

For all the hurt love heals

Just like the rose, hope’s thorn-pricks smart

Beneath beauty’s appeal

And could we count the cost and care

That composes love’s rod

T’would seem a charge, too large to bear

But by the grace of God

Love suffers long and it is kind

It tugs and strains heart-strings

Yet balances its tear-prayer grind

With the laughter it brings

Love never fails; where grin and groan

Composes its discourse

As carriages of skin and bone

Transport us to its Source

...and no quick fix can mend the glove

Worn thin with mercy’s Must

Where He is faithful who IS Love

Thus, step-by-step we trust

© Janet Martin

For Matadors Where The Day Runs Wild...

Yesterday did not happen as planned;

but isn't that the way of most of love/life?!

 Instead of working in 'purple room'

we trucked down back-roads looking for filler for outdoor winter-urns,

(after looking at appointments, weather and schedules and realizing today is the best day)

Resulting in a job for grand-sonny, who took washing Grandpa's truck very seriously

(until he realized it was more fun to point it at Grandma and listen to her shriek😁😂)

( so, indoor plans turned to outdoor art

 ...and we return to to-do lists today, Lord willing)

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, 

do it all for the glory of God.

1 Cor.10:31

Day folded ere the work was through

(seems there is always much to do)

The challenge to prioritize

Trains jockeys of all shapes and size

My, my, the momentum of day

Can ease a whole lifetime away

Where what now keeps us on our toes

Will all be stilled at curtain-close

Thus we with humble heart and soul

Should re-evaluate our goal

As highs and lows of joy and strife

Become the story of our life

For the handshake of Father Time

Is brief at best, this crest we climb

But a threshold before a door

That opens into Evermore

...and death will win want’s raging bull

Snuff the red cape of push and pull

As the footwork of matadors

No longer sparks spectator’s roars

...where mist-exhale of day-to-day

In one last breath is done away

And we return from whence we came

With nothing but our given name

© Janet Martin

 I've always loved this somber hymn

Crucial In-betweens

The above bedroom, painted purple years ago during a school March-break

and sitting empty for the better part of the past five years (save clutter and cribs)

it is about to get a face-lift after we decide on a colour (or non-colour?)!

 Days that seemed so lasting then are nothing now, 

but echo-sparkles...

Days glint, their sparkles felled

Like ripples rushed to sea

Where whelming wonders once we held

Meld into memory

What seems so commonplace

In work-week’s tug and kiss

Forges from ordinary days

The very best there is

Where the wee while we have

To ride out highs and lows

Cannot stave off wave over wave

Of love’s high fives and blows

The brunt of here and now

By brute force of tick-tock

With the disguise of where-when-how

Bestows its aftershock

…of echo-addled scenes

That thought alone can see

Captured in crucial in-betweens

Of what was and will be

© Janet Martin

Infallible Proof

Better than 

lofty utterance

Or intent’s 

grandest creed

Is the compelling 

evidence

Of one

 small 

deed

© Janet Martin

Today's Unprecedented Worth

For this is the love of God, 

that we keep his commandments: 

and his commandments are not grievous.
For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world:

and this is the victory that overcometh the world, 

even our faith.

1 John 5:3-4 

We have not taken out very many Christmas decorations yet but

we have set up the Nativity scene to remind us to celebrate 

(hopefully daily)  mankind's Joy to the world

 The thrill never grows old, 

of watching little ones gaze at the figurines 

and delight to hold them, esp. Baby Jesus!

what joy, in spite of our mistakes

upon earth's eastward skyline breaks

Compassion and courage reborn

God's mercy, renewed every morn

Now pales beneath the Master’s hand

The deep that snuffed the sweep that spanned

Our wond’ring gaze with mercy’s ways

And hope that highlights mankind’s days

With purpose greater than the test

To serve love’s sacrificial Best

Now beckons from earth’s eastward brim

With birth of day (a gift from Him)

An urge of wonder stirred and spurred

By He whose Word is not deterred

While proud fools ridicule the grave

And Name of He who came to save

Now unfolds from the love of He

Who authored This with ‘let there be’

A charge, larger than mortal death

As wonder steals our gifted breath

And bids us look straight in the eye

Of Excuse’s pathetic lie

Now burgeons from faith’s beaming berth

This life’s unprecedented worth

Grace hoists Honour’s uncomely tray

Believe, surrender, trust, obey

Until wonder fulfills its law

And kindles constant humble awe

As, step by step and hand in Hand

We, armed with Comfort’s kind command

(‘They are not grievous’ God has said)

Now we proceed with hope, not dread

And fix our eyes beyond time’s fold

Upon a Prize earth cannot hold

© Janet Martin