Saturday, September 28, 2024

This Life Goes On, And Must...

Ps.34:1-5 BSB

I will bless the LORD at all times;
His praise will always be on my lips.
My soul boasts in the LORD;
let the oppressed hear and rejoice.
Magnify the LORD with me;
let us exalt His name together.
I sought the LORD, and He answered me;
He delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to Him are radiant with joy,
their faces shall never be ashamed...

I told my daughter I'm beginning to understand
when people who lost a loved one would say
 it feels cruel to resume The Ordinary,
and yet, we must
because life goes on

It is Harvest Season...






This life goes on, and must
The common call of Task
Compels our frames of dust-to-dust
God helps us, if we ask

His faultless sympathy
Will strengthen and sustain
His promises, the hope of we
Who suffer grief and pain

His all-sufficient grace
And love will never fail
Until the final resting place
Of this tent of travail

What sweet assurance pours
God’s blessings never cease
Goodness and mercy’s fount restores
The soul to perfect peace

…where loss precedes a Gain
Faith secures in Belief
Parting tears flow, but not in vain
Hope reigns in spite of grief

This life goes on and must
What we need God provides
And so in him we place our trust
His changeless love abides

Janet Martin

 








Friday, September 27, 2024

A Very Present Sorrow...

The verse below was the first verse to minister to me 
in the wake of the news of my sister's passing last week
(that-feels-like-so-much-longer!)

God is our refuge and strength, 
a very present help in trouble.
Ps.46:1 KJV

As I watched the sun rise this morning 
a rush of conflicting emotions filled me...




A Very Present Sorrow tunes my senses to time's tug
Each moment widening the gap between what once we knew
While narrowing the distance till Yon Greeting's Hello-hug
Where there will be no parting, where no tears will run us through

A Very Present Sorrow draws attention to time's tide
Reverence and resistance clash like wrestler's in a ring
Futile to fight the Thing that harbours healing in its stride
Better to bear love's burden without bitter querying 

A Very Present Sorrow rouses respect for time's toll
We, like a brood of beggars would face Fate's future, so grim
Without the hope that transcends Time; salvation for the Soul 
From God, who richly comforts, as we cast our cares on Him 

A Very Present Sorrow needs a Very Present Help
God is our strength, He helps us carry sorrow's sacred cross 
As He bears us on angel's wings unto His Very Self
He heals the broken heart and binds the wounds of grief and loss 

© Janet Martin

Ps.147:3 
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.

Lam.3:32-33
Though he brings grief,
 he will show compassion,
    so great is his unfailing love.
 For he does not willingly bring affliction
    or grief to anyone.

(Read the whole glorious chapter HERE)




Numerous people have sent me the above song to comfort me, (thank-you)
and my sister read part of the lyrics
at Lucy's funeral in her tribute...


Wednesday, September 25, 2024

In Loving Memory of my Sister, Lucy



This is the bitter-sweetest poem I have ever written...

Dear Lucy,

Your garden shoes at the back door
Your jacket on the hook
Your beautiful flowers galore
Your latest favourite book
Your mementos of such and such
You thoughtfully arranged
All leave behind your tender touch
Death suddenly estranged

The datebook you kept in your mind
How we would marvel, dear
At the methods you used to find
The day, the month, the year
With ‘I remember this because
We picked the pears before…
We went to…(then) how the weather was
And what outfit you wore’

While we would laugh and marvel at
Your sentimental trove
You turned to gifts of this and that
To touch someone with love
And shape part of the thing that Death
Both takes and leaves, in sync
The life we lived; as gifted breath
Spills in permanent ink

Dear Lucy, daughter, sister, wife
Mother, grandmother, friend
Your legacy of love in life
Was faithful to the end
Where part of you is silenced now
Yet much of you lives on
Love never fails, no matter how
We wish you were not gone

Our God who ordained all your days
Before one came to be
Though we cannot fathom His ways
Will help love (us) faithfully
To bear all things, believe all things
To hope all things, endure
His pardon that salvation brings
Holds living hope secure

Thus, we have no cause to rebel
Against His perfect plan
But rather, to live each day well
And love while we still can
Dear all of us who yet remain
Who only see in part
God never fails; He knows our pain
He heals the broken heart

Yes. I know we will dearly miss
Dear Lucy’s smiling face
Her cards and notes, signed, love, your sis
Her words of cheer and grace
Her questions, oh, her questions, and
Her quirky observance
Her always ready helping hand
Her lovely compliments

But, as we contemplate our store
Of precious memories
We cannot help but thank God for
Love’s favours, such as these
Farewell for now, dear sister-friend
Although our teardrops flow
We know that this is not the end
But just farewell, for now

In loving memory of my sweet sister, Lucy

Janet Martin

Lucy took a kind and generous interest in my writing and poetry blog,
often checking in to see if everything is okay
if for some reason a few days passed without a poem!
I will really, really miss writing, in part, for her!

Love… bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never fails.

1 Cor.13:7-8

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Sorrowful Blog Break

Dear readers, near and far 💔🙏
I will be away from this blog for a bit.
Last evening my dearly beloved, sweet sister Lucy 
was struck and lost her life, while riding her bike,
two and a half weeks before their son's wedding.
 Needless to say we are heartbroken.
Please pray for her immediate family 
and all of her family and many, many friends!
She lived to love and nurture and I know if I could ask her 
what she would like me to say it would be this.
If you have not already done so, 
put your faith in Jesus, 
then live each day as a gift of love, 
to shine for Him!

Dearest Lucy,
 how could I know when I wrote this poem in March
on your birthday, the meaning it would take
What a beautiful legacy you leave
 for all who knew and loved you
to treasure
 forever 

Gift of Today


photo below, Lucy is the sister on the right
me in the middle and my youngest sister on the left
Taken on her 55th birthday, Mar.27, 2024

Our sister-circle is broken, but only for now...



1 Thess.4:13-18

Brothers, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death,
c so that you will not grieve like the rest, who are without hope.
14For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again,
 we also believe that God will bring with Jesus
 those who have fallen asleep in Him.
For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, 
that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord 
will by no means precede those who are [d]asleep. 
16For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, 
with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. 
And the dead in Christ will rise first. 
17Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together 
with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. 
And thus we shall always be with the Lord. 
18Therefore comfort one another with these words.

Ps.23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
 he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: 
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, 
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; 
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: 
thou anointest my head with oil; 
my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
 and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.


Love isn’t perfect, but, oh it is precious
Each opportunity broken like bread
Tasted and savored, bitter and delicious
Aware that love's sorrow is joy’s sacred dread
Then love while you may, giving each day your all
For we never know when our Lord will call

Janet 🙏

 


Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Lest in the Thick of Here and Now...

Ps.18:1-2

I love You, O LORD, my strength.
2The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer.
My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation,
my stronghold.
3I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised;
so shall I be saved from my enemies.

Is it not a wonderful thing,
To know as we kneel/bow to pray
we are essentially slipping our hand
into God's hand?!
God, by Whom all things were made
and are lent save Him alone!!
He is eternal.
Does this not bring fresh courage 
to face today?!


Lest in the quick of (circum) stance
Or in the thick of sight
We overlook the One who grants
The armour for the fight
The refuge from the foe
The rock that will not move
The blood-bought grace whereby we go
The greatest of these; love
The Life, from death's curse raised
The Saviour of the soul
The Name most worthy to be praised
Who makes the broken whole
Whose will is undeterred
Who keeps his promises
Who leads us by his righteous Word
In paths of righteousness
Who is holy and just
Who forgives confessed sin
Who is faithful (knows we are dust)
Who bids us trust in Him
Who keeps in perfect peace
Hearts and minds on Him stayed
Whose purposes will never cease
Whose joy is unafraid 
The Way, the Truth, the Life
Creator of all things
(Though doubt and argument run rife
Against the King of kings)
Who IS love without end
Supremacy unfazed
Whose thoughts no thought can comprehend
Nor understand His ways

Oh, lest with faithless glance
We haste to meet the day
Lest in the quick of circumstance
We never pause to pray
Let us first humbly bow
And seek Love's kind command
Lest in the thick of Here and Now
We miss His outstretched Hand   

© Janet Martin











Monday, September 16, 2024

A Divine Work of Art


Sooner or later, one way or another we will all shoulder cares and face challenges!
What a comfort to know, One goes before us, even as He is with us!


Ps. 34:7-10 (read the whole glorious chapter HERE)

The [a]angel of the Lord encamps all around those who fear Him,
And delivers them.
Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good;
Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!
9Oh, fear the Lord, you His saints!
There is no [b]want to those who fear Him.
10The young lions lack and suffer hunger;
But those who seek the Lord shall not lack any good thing.

Ps.139:1-6 (Read the whole wonderful chapter HERE)

O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
2You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
3You [a]comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
4For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
5You have [b]hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it


I wonder what this poem would have turned into if I had been able to finish it on Friday
Before Duty beauty hailed...


On Saturday morning I added another few stanzas
 after prepping some food for a family reunion,
before we left...

Hello, on this Monday morning,
on this beginning of
who-knows-but-One-what
this-week-holds🙏

This morning after dropping Jim off at his work
 while waiting for a little country store to open
so I could get supplies for today's tomato canning
I had a few extra minutes to delight in
September scenery!






Dawn blushes on the east
A divine work of art
God’s renewed mercy spreads a feast
To keep faith strong in heart

The veil of night is torn
Daylight, a beaming bloom
That breaks star-studded bud with morn
Where rose and thorn resume

…where faith fights foes of fear
Where tears and laughter meld
To mold echo-mementos dear
From moments briefly held

Dawn’s lease of highs and lows
And all points in between
Soon succumbs to dusk’s curtain-close
And worlds of What Has Been

Before night draws its shade
Across the glade and glen
Let’s take this day the Lord has made
To Honor Him, Amen

Let's partake of the feast
God's rich mercies provide
Behold, dawn blushes on the east
Faith, hope and love abide

...a divine work of art 
From He who grants enough
To fit us to do our part
To live a life of love 

© Janet Martin

Dawn’s lease of highs and lows
And all points in between
Soon succumbs to dusk’s curtain-close
And worlds of What Has Been...







Thursday, September 12, 2024

What Will Our Answer Be? (To the greatest question of all)


We all answer this greatest question of all!!
Not with our lips, but with our lives.
What is our answer when Jesus asks us like He asked Peter,

Is our greatest goal hearing these most precious words, "Well Done"?

Well done, not to earn salvation, but as a proclamation of love
and eternal thanksgiving to God, who so loved the world
that he gave his only begotten Son, so all who believe in Him
should not perish but have everlasting life! John 3:16


  





He looked at me, and loved me as He tenderly implored
Will you love this fleeting world most, or will you love the Lord?
How far will you go, how much will you sacrifice for me
Or is the price of love too great in spite of Calvary?
Do you hold treasures of this world too dear to give away?
Is it to much for Me to ask you to trust and obey?

He looks at you and loves you as He beckons for reply
Do you love me? or do you seek this world to satisfy?
Is its treasure and pleasure dearer than the cross I bore
To break the curse of Satan; do you love him or me more?
Is this mist of existence worth denial’s endless rue?
Or will you love me because of my love, faithful and true?

He looks at us and loves us still imploring tenderly
When you and I reply, pray what will our answer be?
Will we be like the rich young ruler; by vain riches lured
Will we forfeit eternally, the Life His death secured
Or will we join faith’s cloud of witnesses who still believed

When you and I reply, pray what will our answer be?
He looks at us and loves us still imploring tenderly

© Janet Martin

Mark 10:17-31
As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him.
 “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
18 “Why do you call me good?” Jesus answered. “No one is good—except God alone.
 19 You know the commandments: ‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, 
you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, 
you shall not defraud, honor your father and mother.’[d]”
20 “Teacher,” he declared, “all these I have kept since I was a boy.”
21 Jesus looked at him and loved him.
 “One thing you lack,” he said. “Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, 
and you will have treasure in heaven. 
Then come, follow me.”
22 At this the man’s face fell. 
He went away sad, because he had great wealth.

23 Jesus looked around and said to his disciples,
 “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God!”
24 The disciples were amazed at his words. 
But Jesus said again, “Children, how hard it is[e] to enter the kingdom of God!
 25 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle 
than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”
26 The disciples were even more amazed, and said to each other,
 “Who then can be saved?”
27 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible,
 but not with God; all things are possible with God.”
28 Then Peter spoke up, “We have left everything to follow you!”
29 “Truly I tell you,” Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters 
or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel
 30 will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age: 
homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields—
along with persecutions—and in the age to come eternal life. 
31 But many who are first will be last, and the last first.”

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

September-Sentimentality



September always seems to steep my senses with an urgency to
stop more, to savor summer's final fling!,
even while I haste from garden to kitchen with
harvest to gather and preserve!


(rescuing tomatoes from rows ravaged with blight!!)


While collecting ingredients for savoury supper dishes...


I am so thankful for a poetry loving mother,
who first kindled and nurtured my love for poetry;
 for cadence of rhythm and rhyme ...




Seems sometimes I grow homesick for places I’ve never been
For waves that wash a far-off shore of seas I’ve never seen
For sun and shadow play on views that ache in thought’s ‘suppose’
Before they slip away in hues of amber, blue and rose

Seems sometimes I grow lonesome for someone I’ve never known
A kindred-spirit troubadour not made of skin and bone
But of a whisper that ignites a kind of poetry
That kindles roaring appetites for what will never be

Seems sometimes I grow wistful for worlds long-forgotten, oh
For misty sun-kissed vistas or river-rush far below
And I grow sentimental over lyrics still untamed
In melodies still wafting in masterpieces unnamed

Seems sometimes in September I am bitter-sweetly torn
Twixt Summer’s dying ember and beauty’s bliss, Autumn-born/borne
Seems sometimes in the twilight of another summer’s sweep
I sense a tender kinship with past poets, fast asleep

Seems sometimes all the orchards, gardens, crickets, butterflies
The blues, purples and golds that paint a poet’s paradise
Of white heath asters, gleam of goldenrod, of milkweed's blush
Anoints me with a sense of living 'neath an Artist’s brush

Seems sometimes I can almost hear an almost-symphony
A grand medley of solos and unrivaled harmony
As flower-bowers crescendo then fade, as woodlands flare
Seems sometimes I can almost feel nature’s baton, mid-air

© Janet Martin






One evening I commented to my mother how much I love the sound of crickets
and she wondered if I remember the poem about the cricket and the ant...
My organized mom knew where in her scads of clippings to (hopefully) find it!
And she did. a very timely reminder!



“A slack hand causes poverty,
 but the hand of the diligent makes rich.”

“The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing,
 while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.”