Thursday, June 18, 2020

Sinking Ships Without God's 'Quick'


The other day a friend gifted this book to me: (insert a happy jig😊)

...and though most of the layers of his poetry are over my middle-aged
housewife-head, every poem sparks Something...



Beneath our skin base villains vie for vict’ry’s seat of honor, oh
Loud, loud, around the throne they crowd, always eager to overthrow
The virtue of a gentle answer for retaliations, rash
They seek the chink in noble intent; tempt Opinion’s quick backlash

How much is veiled beneath facades; how cool a body can belie
Thought’s bloody battlefield not revealed to the study of the eye
Where jealousy and pride are poised to pounce upon the easy prey
Of Selfish Lust when by enticement Humble Trust is drawn away

The riots that ensue beneath quiet-embossed exterior
Are nothing to be scoffed at where pitiless pirates storm the core
Of barges that ferry a Charge more precious than Want’s gleaming dross
Where, if the Guard is lax, attacks will weaken to the point of loss

The cargo that feet carry beneath very common decoupage
If Mortal is not wary, is subject to scary sabotage
Desire’s treason needs no reason to defraud, trick and mislead
Where beneath skin Will cannot win without God’s ‘Quick’ to intercede

© Janet Martin

Heb.4:12 KJV
For the word of God is quick, and powerful,
 and sharper than any twoedged sword, 
piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, 
and of the joints and marrow, 
and is a discerner of the thoughts 
and intents of the heart.



 I find then a law, that evil is present with me, the one who wills to do good.
For I delight in the law of God according to the inward man.
But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, 
and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.
O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?
I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!
So then, with the mind I myself serve the law of God, 
but with the flesh the law of sin.
Romans 7:21-25

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Pray Again and Again


Search me, O God, and know my heart: 
try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if there be any wicked way in me, 
and lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalm 139:23-24 

Do you ever feel like your prayer is a well-learned repetition
for strength, guidance and grace?!
For forgiveness, for meeker trust,
for healing for body and soul?
For courage, for true love for haters, 
for our leaders and followers,
for comfort for sorrow,
for firmer knowledge of the truth,
for kind keeping for our elderly and youth
for the lost to find The Way...
Praise Him! He welcomes our prayers,
He wants our prayers.
He hears our prayers
He cares! over and over and over.
Praise Him and pray To Him
again and again!!




No need to plead excuses; no need to apologize
God’s ear never refuses the humble heart’s sincere cries
No cause to be embarrassed by the appeals we repeat
He bids us to come boldly before heaven’s mercy-seat

No fear that He's too busy to be bothered by our cares
He seeks hearts of true worship to pour out hope’s earnest prayers
No reason to pause praises to He who loves us so dear
No need to book appointments; but just pray and He will hear

No need to question answers; whether yes or no or wait
The author of forgiveness does not reproach or berate
But loves mankind completely though He knows our heart of hearts
He bids us pray and meekly trust the answer He imparts

© Janet Martin



Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Shield Me From Pointing Fingers...With Flowers






Nourish me with lines;
With wine of ink-drops
Swirled
To scenes unseen
Save in a world
Tucked between
Two covers
When dark blue sequined depth
Enshrouds
And muffles the loud
Dust-clouds
Of jilted joy
And star-struck lovers 

Dawn yawns,
Shakes loose the fabric of new day,
Pink gauze spawns
A sea of gold and gray
Ripples;
Sets come-what-may
At large,
Where sails the barge
That bears the soul within;
Mortality and immortality
Juxtaposed
 Beneath skin

Shield me from pointing fingers
With flowers;
Bowers spilling
 Petal-plush flesh
Dripping fresh  
From God’s brush
In spite of hate
Bent on looting
Uprooting
And refuting
Unalterable fact
While all the while
Birds sing,
Flowers smile and
God’s love abides
Intact

© Janet Martin

Monday, June 15, 2020

Halfway Through June






How can it be we are half the way through
June’s paradise of green sheen and true blue
Home of copse cabins and willow-tree tents
Wild phlox meandering hither and thence

Halfway through heaven’s foothills flower-frilled
Rainbow of colour, splashed, sprinkled and spilled
Hold back the hour that snuffs out the bloom
Slow down the tempo that tatters the plume

Wait; bar the gate where day slips through too soon
Paving the runway to halfway through June
While the bard lassoes ink-intricacies
While pink the peony bobs in the breeze

How can it be half of June has been spent
Authoring longing’s most lovely lament
Gazing at garlands that God’s fingers stitched
Garden-enchanted and beauty-bewitched  

Lavished with lupines and ravished with rose
Spellbound by skylines where time ebbs and flows
Like a tide surging now near and now far
Heart-strings half fiddle and half steel guitar

Halfway through skies filled with daylight’s grand feast
Skimming night’s stars from blush bars in the east
Stealing our breath with its fair-weather show
Halfway through June but still halfway to go

© Janet Martin

...this guy hopped in front of me while I was on a bike ride tonight...
"I think if I stay really still she won't notice me"
is what he seemed to be thinking😊


This Sacred Life

Happy Half-way Through June
...a month always gone-too-soon!


...and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
 and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Eccles.12:7

This sacred life, each breath not like sands strewn upon the shores of time
But threads that weave the treads we celebrate and grieve as up we climb
Where all too soon the sun and moon and stars shall dim their lofty flame

This sacred life oft runs too rife with critics and ways to condemn
Rather than servants ministering like The Good Samaritan
Oh Lord, convict us lest we fall prey to the pomp and show of pride
Rather than bear hate’s stripes and scorn in honour of The Crucified

This sacred life is like a flicker on the wick of Evermore
A prelude filled with bickering and battles where faith and fear war
Before a stone-cold door swings shut on all but Death’s Great Mystery
As our last breath gives way to the on-ness of Immortality

This sacred life, how dare we raise a fist to fellowman or God
But cling with humble reckoning to He who cups sky, sea and sod
Where grace and discipline are rendered by a tender Rod and Staff
By He who did not spare His Son but gave Him up on our behalf

To be the Saviour of the Soul; ah, this instills that sacred chord
Where views will be distorted if not seen through the lens of God's Word
For He so loved the world He gave His only Son to pay the price
As sin’s ransom once and for all; we are saved through love’s sacrifice

This sacred life, bought with the blood of king of kings and Lord of lords
Is a gift to be treasured, not fought with the smite of word-shaped swords
Oh Lord, forgive we who forget and wield a tyrant’s hateful knife
To hurt rather than help a precious fellow-mate of sacred life

© Janet Martin

I wrote this yesterday morning after listening to this video...


... just before this message below from one of our ministers at WBC
explaining a parable I have often puzzled over!
Thank-you Richard!

both reminding us of the sacredness of this SHORT life
of numbered days