Fringe-Hinge

 

Do you feel it;

The sense of Impending Infinity?

Do you hear it?

How dusk is the hinge on an unfathomable door

And This but the fringe of So Much More

Temporal, so temporary, Eternal, eternity

Yet the two are intertwined very, very intricately

Moments but breath-by-breath tokens preceding forevermore

Where final exhale flings open an unfathomable door

Such a blip of time to ponder what no one can comprehend

Life is no paperback novel; this is serious, my friend

Who knows when we will be ushered from the temporal to see

How what seemed so temporary will impact eternity

© Janet Martin

Peering Down the Habit-hole

Today we are taking a moment to peer down the rabbit, oops, habit hole!

(I'm blaming all the 'bunny-bobbles' around the bird-feeders

and yard for ferhuddling/befuddling me!) 😂 

(although habits are a bit like rabbits; they breed new ones😉)

Habit Definition: (Entry 1 of 2) 1 : a settled tendency or usual manner of behavior 

such as 'her habit of taking a morning walk'.

 2a : an acquired mode of behavior that has become nearly

 or completely involuntary such as 'she got up early from force of habit.'

The older I become, the more it dawns on me 

what a potent part habits play in who we become!

Wise to train/bend the limb in the right direction while it is green!

So true the adage; Old habits die hard

Some habits are shaped by necessity;

Others by apathy

Better to get in the habit of counting mercies

rather than misgivings!

A great day is a grateful day!

On my lots-of-tots days my habit of morning blog-post 

(unless it all comes together quickly),

 is now an afternoon nap-time post!

We enjoyed a gorgeous daybreak!

the colors as crisp as the air!

Habits are things we say and do often without much thought

Yet crucial in shaping who we become, like it or not

They tune the tone of grin and groan from the moment we wake

And set down crucial steppingstones to paths of life we take

As strengths or weaknesses imbue the elemental flux

Of word and deed soon turned into character’s vital crux

Habits can settle into mettle of response with ease

They wave no flag of caution to warn of deficiencies

As they seep into attitudes that benefit or taint

With either gratitude or rude and critical complaint

Therefore, we ought to hone habits with care for we become

For better or for worse, blessing or curse of habit’s sum

Ah, holy role of habits, what a potent part you play

A little bit like subtle fingers fashioning the clay

Where what is hidden in the heart has ways of showing through

By how habit accommodates the ways of say-and-do

To weave with ribbons of reply, wise, foolish, cruel or kind 

Life's everlasting legacy each of us leaves behind 

© Janet Martin

So here's a word of encouragement

to honing healthy habits

such as:

Pray before touching down on new day

Read God's word to keep faith's focus undeterred

It is wise to exercise

Eat good food for health-wealth

Chew words well before spitting them out

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12

Our Greatest Awe of All

 Today's Daily Bread Bible reading is one of my favorite passages of scripture;

Eph.2:4-10

But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, 

 even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ

 (by grace you have been saved), 

 and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, 

 that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace

 in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. 

 For by grace you have been saved through faith, 

and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, 

 not of works, lest anyone should boast. 

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, 

which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.

Marvelous Grace

The wonders of creation, too manifold to tell

Still pale when in comparison to Living Water’s well

A worldwide invitation to come, to taste and see

The wonders of salvation through grace that sets us free

Where no more condemnation awaits all who believe

In He who paid our pardon, so mortal may receive

Redemption, thus exemption from death’s inherent doom

The hour of repentance, the flower of the tomb

Where the grave has no power, because of Calvary

Where Jesus became our scapegoat and victory

Where all who come to Jesus, He will not turn away

He gave His life to free us from Debt we could not pay

Then come, taste and behold through faith, Mercy's miracle 

The wonders of salvation, our greatest awe of all

© Janet Martin

From Wonder's Treasure Trove...

Do you ever wonder, when you get up

what wonders will fill you with wonder today?

And isn't it wonderful how wonder always take us by surprise?!

Beneath...

or above

Wonder spills its treasure trove!

Wonder is delight’s amazement, worship’s outpouring, unflawed

Wonder is that perfect moment as we forget all but God

As we marvel at the beauty of an unexpected ‘gift’

That surprises Ordinary and gives commonplace a lift

Wonder is awe’s perfect pleasure, making the meek mortal glad

From a trove of priceless treasure spills a thrilling myriad

Cheering creature-care with comfort as God captures our gaze

Composing from thrumming heart-strings a hymn of rapturous praise

Wonder sweeps away gray shadows from the deeps beneath our skin

Granting, at least for the moment, happiness without chagrin

Stealing our breath with sudden, sweet glimpses of paradise

As we taste the crumbs that scatter from a Table in the skies

© Janet Martin

Many, O LORD my God, are Your wonderful works 

Which You have done; 

And Your thoughts toward us 

Cannot be recounted to You in order; 

If I would declare and speak of them, 

They are more than can be numbered.

Psalm 40:5

Beware and Be Aware

Col.2:8-10

Beware lest anyone [b]cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit,

according to the tradition of men,

according to the basic principles of the world,

and not according to Christ.

For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead [c]bodily;

and you are complete in Him, 

who is the head of all [d]principality and power.

Matt.7:15

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing,

but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

Beware, and be aware of where pitfalls and snares bribe and beguile

The predator of pride-bent man can seduce hell-ward with a smile

While hailing those who embrace slogans that glorify man, not He

Of whom Paul praised with ‘I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me’

Beware, and be aware where we, without the full armour of God

Are not prepared sufficiently to face the fine art of a fraud

Or go forth into battle boasting nothing but self-confidence

In creature, not Creator, in death rather than deliverance

Beware, and be aware of those who trust in man rather than God

Who prefer over Wisdom’s gold, the pomp and show people applaud

Beware of those who think that prayer is nothing but vain whispers hurled

Because they are still unaware of power greater than this world

Beware, and be aware of signs that point toward the Lord’s return

Watch therefore and be ready in spite of the Light that scorner’s spurn

And though, because of wickedness the love of many will grow cold

Beware and be aware, prepare, watch and be ready to Behold

© Janet Martin

What a Day That will Be- Drew Parker

Thus, Fellowmen

 Don't you just love cooking with fresh ingredients?!

Don't you just love a child's eager curiosity?!

Don't you just love a sunny daybreak?!

or a surprise flower bouquet from a friend?!

...or winter-dusk's farewell hues?!

and thousands of other kindred kindnesses!!

With so much in common, why do we bicker so?!!

We walk life’s path of day to day

With many a bump along the way

With many a trip, slip, stumble-spree

(The birthplace of humility)

Thus, we should not be enemies

Because life’s commonalities

Are always more, we must confess

Than that which marks our differences

All that we have we leave behind

This but the dust of daily grind

Where rich or poor, small or great ken

By grace we go, thus, fellowmen

© Janet Martin

Still...

Life is like a box of Chocolates.

you never know what you're gonna get.

~ Forrest Gump

 

Sometimes that's how I feel about poetry before it is bitten/written!

SO much to taste; as fingers move you just never know what the end result will be!

Above photo from the book Through Irish Eyes

Do you ever look at history books and wonder at the photos, 

the fashions, the 'normal' of the time?!

Do you ever read a book from ages past,

and marvel at how much has changed

only to read the story of the people in the pictures

to realize that beneath façade 

humanity is as much the same as ever?!

People with souls pressing toward hope-and-dream goals

with many a bump along the way...

This poem took off in a totally different direction than I was expecting

when I first felt 'the niggle'...

That's the joy of poetry; you never know what you're gonna get!😄

Time does not change the way it pours four seasons round and round

It does not hasten or meander, ever tick-tock bound

Sunrise, sunset, now dry, now wet, now plant, now harvest, oh

Where it seems little stays the same as ages come and go

…but some things stay; life’s ilk of silk and steel still much the same

As on the day when Adam pointed at his wife with blame

The sweetness of indulgence of forbidden fruit is brief

Consequence still lasts so much longer borne with bitter grief

Yes, little stays the same but oh, the heart left to its rule

Is still desp’rately wicked as it caters to the fool

Pride still precedes destruction, arrogance authors the fall

And humble pie is still a most unpleasant victual

The youth that we try to preserve will still always fall prey

To Father Time who does not swerve or waver in his way

When man still loves a woman and a woman loves a man

Till death doth part, we still glimpse the heart of the Master's Plan

Innocence of a child is still the purest joy on earth

Mirth finds its dearest laughter and life finds its sweetest worth

Where man, still born to trouble will soon discover its rod

Push-pull, heave-ho, uphill we go, still by the grace of God

We still reap what we sow; God is not mocked, though some will dare

To think they can, spurning the love that didst their pardon bear

Man’s understanding still grapples with Lord God’s Sovereignty

The rebel still plucks ‘apples’ from the still forbidden tree

God's gift of grace is still free if we repent and believe

The sinner on one's own cannot redemption’s work achieve

We still all have only one life, death’s sickle sweeps the earth

And one by one we will return to He who authors birth

Time and humanity, while progress changes the façade

Are beneath the authority of Everlasting God

And while so little stays the same, some things will never change

Because of the Undying Soul no mortal can estrange

© Janet Martin

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.

Heb.13:8

Be still and know that I am God

Psalm 46:10

Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him;

 do not fret when people succeed in their ways, 

when they carry out their wicked schemes

Psalm 37:7

Still, Still With Thee

All Together Somehow

 

Inspired with amusement by all our differences,

to keep life and love interesting!😍

Midst mess and mayhem

love and life unfold

in the clutter and clatter

of growing old-er

I'm de-cluttering (and spring-ifying) today after the weekend...

(don't you oh, so dearly love everyone

who adds a bit of clutter and clatter to your life?!!)

Flash-back to some Tuesday echoes 💗

Differing perspectives and personalities can make for some lively discussion sometimes...

(so kiddos leave to get lost in books while adults linger at the table)

...but let's never let it get in the way of love!

Ahoy! An envoy of eclectic attitudes embarks

From east to west on quests wrestling life's exclamation marks

Some ho-hum-hum and dum-de-dum, for they are more laid back

Than others who resemble predators poised for attack

Yet all together somehow while we fight with right and wrong

We are commanded to learn how to love and get along

Aha! The law of love runs through a pothole-riddled road

Some (seem to) dodge them all, some wheels fall off, some stumble ‘neath life’s load

But oh, we should remember we are all broken while bound

Toward That, which makes us all fellowmen on common ground

Where altogether somehow in this grin and groaning grind

We are commanded to encourage one another and be kind

Ho-ho! The ebb and flow of dawn to dusk is like a barge

That edges ever closer to where trav’lers disembark

Where now we are still tethered in an all-together Here

Before the ways we weather with one breath will disappear

So, then let’s all together somehow, by God’s grace each day we live

Obey His great command to love each other and forgive

© Janet Martin

Sunday night supper at gramma's house

always includes *'tea' in a cup from the colourful mug-tower!

(oh, the race to get first dibs on a colour!)

this little tradition always ends up soon involving a mop

 as L'il Lady and Gentleman are still learning the art of sipping without spilling😋

* a splash of tea topped with  much milk and a drizzle of honey