Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Tea... Anyone?

 




Tea for two 
Who have been through 
some highs and lows 
we’d rather not 
Who are still in 
The thick and thin 
Of love lessons 
not fully taught 

© Janet Martin 

(this itty-bitty ditty 
I dare say applies to 
Anyone who 
Might care 
To share 
A cup of tea 
With me)

of course, this is a virtual-tea-party
due to the ongoing social restrictions😞

Rush Hour's Waiting Room

 

Time flies in spite of all we are waiting for!
Some prayers get answered quickly, 
others are a kind of whisper-woven waiting-room!

Only One knows what all will unfold in the sun's gold trek from east to west,
what prayers will have answers we recognize 
and which ones are veiled in what feels like waiting.


Psalm 130:5
I wait for the LORD; my soul does wait, and in His word I put my hope.

What waits to be no one can see save He who keep us in His care 
What waits to teach our wanting reach is something each must trust to prayer 
What waits to turn lessons we learn to wisdom earned as years increase 
Waits to compose with ebbs and flows of highs and lows, a Masterpiece 

What waits to blend daybreak and end where whispers wend and groan and grin 
What waits to stir perfect wonder to thunder beneath speechless skin 
What waits to seal the rush and reel of silk and steel behind closed doors 
Waits to create a brand-new gate through which the weight of waiting pours 

What waits to make, with give and take the awe and ache of letting go
What waits to tune the afternoon with what will soon festoon thought's show
What waits to spill, to thrill, to fill this uphill drill twixt sky and sod 
Waits to become the soldered sum of mercies from the hand of God 

© Janet Martin 



 

 

Love IS

 

Love is a flower garden in a bower full of snow...


Love is God's beaming banner of daybreak and grace unfurled



Love is a hand that finds a hand when it’s too dark to see 
Love is a candle in the window of the ageless soul 
Love is a shared umbrella, picture-book or cup of tea 
Love is a kind reminder of God, who is in control 

Love is a flower garden in a bower full of snow 
Love is the jewel in the common crown of day-to-day 
Love is the tender duel between hold and letting go 
Love is humble surrender to trust God, come what yet may 

Love is a second-mile on feet that have seen better years 
Love is a hearty handshake, hug, blooms on a windowsill 
Love is a mother’s faithful prayer, the wellspring of her tears 
Love is a Father watching over children of free will 

Love is anything given without thought of recompense 
Love is the smallest kindness in a big, crude, clumsy world 
Love is a leap of faith that disregards fear’s phantom fence 
Love is God’s beaming banner of daybreak and grace unfurled 

Love in an invitation to be willing to be wrong 
Love is a celebration of small words like ‘us’ and ‘we’ 
Love is the recognition of bigger words like ‘belong’ 
Love is a purposed vision because God loves you and me 

Love is the time it takes to make a fellow-fellow hope 
Love is the eyes to prize each day God lends to our touch 
Love is the age-old gold that melts the gray from heart or slope 
Love IS; the proof of God in a world that needs Him so much 

© Janet Martin 

Love is the age-old gold that melts the gray from heart and slope...



1 Peter 4:8
Above all, love one another deeply, 
because love covers over a multitude of sins.



Tuesday, January 5, 2021

A Word of Caution and Encouragement

 There Is Rest By and By



"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! 
You give a tenth of your spices--mint, dill and cumin. 
But you have neglected the more important matters of the law--
justice, mercy and faithfulness. 
You should have practiced the latter, 
without neglecting the former.
Matt.23:23

The effects of Covid-19 to the body of Christ 
has been a sobering eye-opener😢💔
Oh, let's not get caught in neglecting
the more important matters of the Law!

Our young pastor on Sunday morning (min.5-7) ;click Sunday Service Jan.3,2021,
cautioned us with a kind reminder; 
that at the heart of all our differing and varying opinions
 (obvious by all the denominations of Christian faith)
 at the heart of the true believer in each individual
 is an honest desire to follow Jesus.

Then, at this time of deep conflicting opinion this is SO vital to remember.
Let's be peace-keepers!
Let's fold pointing fingers into humble, earnest prayer for love and wisdom.

(these woes below came about as I looked in the mirror... of His Word. Ouch)

Woe to we, who will dare to stab a brother in the back 
And prove without a doubt that it is true love that we lack 

Woe to we called to be bearers of one another’s care 
But publicize opinion rather than resort to prayer 

Woe to we who speak ‘piece of minds’ without all facts in place 
Proving once more that everybody’s greatest need is grace 

Woe to we, human-nature bent, where verbal push and shove 
Will justify excuses with the opposite of love 

Woe to we who are quick to speculative prejudice 
Thus, making a mockery of said-robes of righteousness 

But God bless we who strive to be with kind humility 
Examples of the greatest love for all the world to see 

So, when love’s perfect work is wrought, a few will yet remain 
To prove the message that Christ taught was not offered/authored in vain 

© Janet Martin 


John 4:23
Yet a time is coming and has now come 
when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, 
for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.

Gal.6:2
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

Today's Daily Bread Devotion contains a kind reminder
of the sweetening work of  Time/Experience in the
life of a believer and fruits of the Spirit.


Seasoned Scene Sonnet

(click link to read the whole powerful chapter)

I am the Lord, and there is no other;
apart from me there is no God.
I will strengthen you,
though you have not acknowledged me,
so that from the rising of the sun
to the place of its setting
people may know there is none besides me.
I am the Lord, and there is no other...

It is I who made the earth
and created mankind on it.
My own hands stretched out the heavens;
I marshaled their starry hosts.


The morning melts the dark, the heavens spawn 
Dawn’s ever-ebbing shadows from the air 
Unrolling, like a bolt of blush chiffon 
Gilt gossamer that tumbles through our stare 
Unveiling labour, love and longing’s stage 
Where scenes change with each season’s ordered rite 
While overhead the heavens never age 
But mark the night and day with dark and light 
To leave its imprint not in stars, but hearts 
A script composed of constant no return
As ways and means of circumstance imparts 
An ever-startling scope of more-to-learn 
Hope, like a bud that still withholds the rose 
Keeps us caught between knees and tippy-toes 

© Janet Martin




Monday, January 4, 2021

Of Circumstance and Mercy-Grants...

 His Mercy Is More



Isa.63:7

I will tell of the LORD's unfailing love. 
I will praise the LORD for all he has done. 
I will rejoice in his great goodness to Israel, 
which he has granted according to his mercy and love.


Life could overload love with care 
And drain us of the strength to bear 
What circumstance and mercy grants 
To test the purpose of the prayer 

Life could rob us of happiness 
That only joy and peace possess 
Where only trust in Mercy’s Must 
Achieves its holy hopefulness 

Life could distract us from the goal 
With that which wraps around the Soul 
When we forget Mercy’s paid debt 
and the Yet, after Time’s brief toll 

Life could trick us into despair 
When lies, disguised as loving care 
Are calloused to Mercy’s kind Who 
Delivers us from evil’s snare 

Life could feel like a futile chase 
The future too fearful to face 
Without belief in Mercy’s Chief 
The One True God of love and grace 

Life would do all of this without
One greater than the weight of doubt
He broke sin's chains through Mercy's pains
To prove the love life is about

So life is more than load of care
That would drain us of strength to bear
What circumstance and Mercy grants
Through perfect Love beyond compare

© Janet Martin 


Sum of Influence

 

My mother gave all of her siblings and children a 'book' binder for Christmas;
a story she has been writing for over a decade that began
the day she was born and shared in her words some of her life
up until her marriage to my dad!
As I read it I marveled over and over what a lovely, wonderful mother we had
long before she was a mother!
(this, I am sure was not her reason for writing the book)
this is my observation as she shares some of the memories 
and lessons she documented over the years
and put in a book as a memento for future generations, to peek into the past
and help us appreciate the pieces of lives that have helped to shape our own!




My mom and dad were such faithful
(not perfect, but faithful) examples of faith
and the older we get the more we value the priceless gift
our childhoods were and the foundation they laid for our
own journeys of faith for this life. 

Life can evoke a sense of sacred threads placed into our hands
that only by God's grace and through His Word  
can we weave them into something of value
for future generations to cling to!

Our grandson turns four today!
The next generation is wasting no time in growing up too fast!
From this...



...to this in the twinkle of an eye

(and a few groans😉)
He is quite a character!!




How manifold the pieces of 
what makes our life and shapes our love 
How hidden are so many parts 
of other people’s hopes and hearts 
that ever-deftly intertwine 
the tendrils of the family vine 
to weave with circumstance and choice 
the mentor of tomorrow’s voice 
as influence unfolds its sum 
in generations yet to come 

© Janet Martin 



Reason or Wonder Origami

There comes a point in one's 'travels'
or wet-snow-laden-ski-clump-clump
where we eventually put the camera away and simply wonder/worship.
But I did get some snow-mementos before doing so!




Took to the slopes for a while yesterday, 
well, maybe slopes is a bit exaggerated but hills and dells isn't😀
and I stood in the *illusion of 'the middle of nowhere' (I could still hear cars)
and sang How Great Thou Art at the top of my lusty rusty range to
the only One who could possibly hear me 
because beauty such as fresh snowfall 
will woo one to do such things!








Each hill and rill and dell and frond 
And crook and nook and brook and pond 
And lingering leaf and laud-less limb 
Manifests and showcases Him 

How glorious, the cloth unfurled 
To gild and cloak the naked world 
No dowdy rags to drape earth’s bars 
But a cape of sequins and stars 

How manifold and wonder-wild 
The world extols the day God smiled 
And flung into eternity 
Creation’s sacred ‘let there be’ 

How beautiful God’s perfect plan 
Where we have ruined all we can 
While His supreme authority 
Safeguards creation’s majesty 

Where bud and seed heed the design 
That breeds the tendrils of the vine 
And feeds the creatures in the care 
Of He who tends time’s thoroughfare 

And bends the bough that bears the fruit 
And grants the offspring to the root 
And fills each season with fresh ways 
To fold Reason to humble praise 

© Janet Martin 

*my sister wrote in a Christmas letter 
how one Sunday in autumn they hiked along the river and old railway 
until "it certainly felt like the middle of nowhere but
the sound of distant traffic reminded her that it was but an illusion"

How often if we rely on 'feeling'
do we become disillusioned!
Better to rely on what we know, not see!

Psalm 90:2
Before the mountains were born 
or you brought forth the whole world, 
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

Here is a one of my favourite versions of
one of my favourite hymns!