Wednesday, April 29, 2020

The Great Law of Love




Ah, moral law what sacred bar whereby life’s wrong and right is proved
Yet, may we never use it to make one feel judged rather than loved

Love in its lesser form neglects to caution, rebuke and advise
It claims to care but views a stumbling fellowman with half-shut eyes

Yet, futile to deal with effect before identifying Cause
Where without love there is no merit in waving a book of laws

Forbid, before noon’s flying colours fold into the close of day
That we with earnest heart do not forget to love enough to pray

Lest while we criticize and point at dust-specks in another’s tries

Forbid we speak of love and yet when push and shove turns into grind
We fail to be its tender proof; not gentle, meek, patient and kind

Then pray at break of day before we face time’s tides that stilly roar
That we above all else seek grace and strive to love each other more

© Janet Martin

Romans 3:19-20, 23-24
  Now we know that whatever the law says, it says to those who are under the law, 
so that every mouth may be silenced and the whole world held accountable to God.  
 Therefore no one will be declared righteous in God’s sight by the works of the law; 
rather, through the law we become conscious of our sin.

... for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,  
 and all are justified freely by his grace 
through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.

Romans 13:8-10
Owe no one anything, except to love each other, 
for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.  
 For the commandments, “You shall not commit adultery, 
You shall not murder, 
You shall not steal, 
You shall not covet,” 
and any other commandment, 
are summed up in this word: 
“You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”  
 Love does no wrong to a neighbor; 
therefore love is the fulfilling of the law.

the law of love Matt. 22:35-40
 And one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him.  
 “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?”  
 And he said to him, “You shall love the Lord your God 
with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.  
 This is the great and first commandment.  
 And a second is like it: 
You shall love your neighbor as yourself.  
On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets.”

 “Do not judge, or you will be judged.
Why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye,
 but fail to notice the beam in your own eye?…

...and if you are not tired of reading
you might enjoy this post 
by
Dr. Alan Snyder 

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

God-given Rite...

Give as you are able
according as the Lord has blessed you...
Deut.16:17

  Never twist justice to benefit a rich man, and never accept bribes. 
For bribes blind the eyes of the wisest and corrupt their decisions. 
Deut.16:19


What counts is not the place or face by rank or rights defined
This is no contest; we are all called to life’s kindred goad
To love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul, strength and mind
To love our neighbour as our self and share life’s heavy load

What counts is not the number of amounts as much as this
The measure of the heart; this is the place where giving starts
God sees beneath the outer scarf to what our intent is
And we cannot deceive He who wealth’s ways and means imparts

What counts is not so much the vessel as its harboured sum
This is no contest; we are all called to life’s kindred role
To love God and each other, for soon what is will become
The blip before God strips us of everything but the Soul

© Janet Martin



Monday, April 27, 2020

Keep the Faith...




Keep the faith and don’t give up
Though this may sound like a cliché
Truth is, we all drink from the cup
That pours the sup of day-to-day

So keep the faith and don’t give in
To giants of failure and fear
Because the victory we win
Will make us grin from ear to ear

So keep the faith and don’t despair
Even when faith feels sorely vexed
Tackle the test with hope and prayer
As we prepare for what is next

Keep the faith through good and ill
Through summer's heat and winter's chills
And keep the faith through vale and hill
Spring always spills in daffodils
 

© Janet Martin

 
2 Corinthians 5:7
For we walk by faith, not by sight.

The Way That A Poem...


Sometimes, but seldom is a poem inspired by one solitary spark... 
That is why I might say something like
"this poem was inspired in part by..."
Such as this one!
It started partly from yester-dusk's walk 
beneath frayed heaven's...


 ...and sunset snagged on pussy-willows...

and perhaps partly from this...


Partly from heavens dusk-frayed or dawn-beaming
Partly from pictures that waft, echo-soft
Partly from petals that ride a tide, streaming
Into the future from places long-lost
Partly from doing and partly from dreaming
Carefree indulgence and weighing the cost

Partly the music but partly the quiet
Wishes and wonder’s entangled heart-strings
Purple and tangerine sky-garden riot
Partly the falling and partly the wings
Partly the perfume of lilac and violet
Pressed between pages of soul-treasured things

Partly the parting and partly the greeting
Partly the mys’try that rides on the morn
Partly the baby and childhood so fleeting
Partly the beauty of weathered and worn
Partly the hillside that offers free seating
To witness ways that a poem is born

Partly the working, the playing and praying
While we are waiting for all that is not
Partly the leaving and partly the staying
Partly the weaving with ribbons of thought
Partly the grieving and part hip-hooraying
This is the way that a poem is wrought

Partly the teaching that turns into learning
Love’s hug-tug luggage to trouble and please
Partly the reaching and partly the yearning
Where moment-bubbles turn to memories
Partly the constant rush of no-returning
Pouring through touch with such vexatious ease

Partly fulfillment and part expectation
Grand Possibility’s mind-boggling ‘might’
Partly the picture that waits for persuasion
From places only spelled ink brings to light
Partly the pleasure of the invitation
This is the way that a poem takes flight

Partly the heartache and partly the laughter
Partly the bitter to better the sweet
Partly before, but I’d say more, the after
When brunt of being and fantasy meet
Partly the meadow hung from heaven’s rafter
Partly the hard-knock far from easy-street
 
Partly the haste with which twilight comes stealing
Partly the startling taste of moment-sums
Partly the no-time-to-lose summer-feeling  
Partly the lingering over last crumbs
Partly the wounding and partly the healing
This is the way that a poem becomes

© Janet Martin







Sunday, April 26, 2020

Seek (don't just sit)




Effort sustains reward
Faith’s diligence, though vision-blind
Sees fitly through God’s word

Seek Him, not worldly sense
Often opinion-bold
Of riches yet untold

Seek Him, and weep with joy
And we with meeker hearts reply
That Christ is Lord indeed

Seek Him, lest unawares
Banking on what we feel
Set by visual appeal

Seek Him, while Time remains
Do not some Bygone grieve
All who trust and believe

Someday, ah who knows when
The trumpet of the Lord will sound
And what will we say then

© Janet Martin