Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Life's Hold-and-Let-Go Minuet

 



Off on a long anticipated trip to England!
...before moving out for the summer.

Last night the sun set on life-as-I-know-it for a while...



Today marks the beginning of a four-month empty-nester season
...though, thankfully this 'nest' is rarely empty for long!





To every thing there is a season, 
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

...so here's to cherishing every moment
of every fleeting season of life!



Let me let nothing
pass me by
Let me leap for joy,
let me fly
And fall and taste
the salt of tears
Let me smile in the face
of fears
And never shirk
the work it takes
To make love’s
Memory-keepsakes
Like dreams come true
and birthday cakes…

Let me crave love’s pangs,
And the sting
That season change
is bound to bring
Then brave the brunt of
yes and no
To learn a humbler
letting go
Let me linger
but not too long
to catch the lyrics of
love’s song
That, as it fades
Grows sweet and strong

…still tangible
where echoes waft
The noise of boys and girls
grown soft
Upon the air
of night to night
And prayer on prayer,
oft taking flight
As hello hugs
and farewell tears
and tender tugs,
love's souvenirs
Compose tableaus
of yesteryears

...where, in the wake
of noon to noon/June to June
The ache of happiness
is strewn
Like minuets that
ebb and rush
Across shorelines,
blurred by a brush
that leaves no trace
save on my brow
where once-upon
a younger Now
Turned older
And meeker, somehow

...where love now wears
The priceless pain
Of sorrow like
A diamond-chain
I bind  it round
My neck and heart
Like a valuable
Work of art
That I would never
Choose and yet
That I never want
To forget
Life's Hold-and-let-go
Minuet

© Janet Martin







Monday, April 21, 2025

A Long Joy-Song or Before The World Began

John 17:1-5
“Father, the hour has come. 
Glorify your Son, that your Son may glorify you. 
2 For you granted him authority over all people 
that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him. 
3 Now this is eternal life: that they know you, 
the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent. 
4 I have brought you glory on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do. 
5 And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory 
I had with you before the world began...

***

Someday we will enter eternity,
where there will be no time constraints on our joy song!
where poetry won't be criticized for being 'too wordy' or long,
and where no words will be needed
to worship our Saviour!
Hallelujah!



ready? Set...Go!!







The past weekend had many 'glad' moments
but all pale in comparison to the reason for the Easter-season!

This was the Easter sunrise!



(I would have loved to do this post on Easter morning but
dinner-prep and early church service kept me hopping!)

He makes me glad; no eloquence of loving speech can tell
Salvation’s joy, blood-bought; enough to cheer my soul full-well
Wonder confounds thought’s finite scope; awe utters ‘what is man
That Triune God would anchor Hope before the world began?’

He makes me glad; praise He from whom redemption’s wellsprings roar
Though I have played the harlot and Judas, He loved me so

He makes me glad; I shall not want because at Calvary
He bore the cross, its gore and taunt and sword, to set me free
Obedient to death, to prove the power of His Name
He rose again; He overthrew death and hell’s hopeless claim

He makes me glad; joy bids me sing in awed humility
Who saw beyond the agony of his Son, sacrificed

And only Jesus could fulfill salvation’s grim demand

Jesus! Sin’s outpoured offering God’s gift of grace affords
He makes me glad; though oft we grieve this world’s darkness-filled boast

Nor entered into human hearts the things God has prepared

He makes me glad; though all else fails God is not overthrown
And though many are sick and weak, by His goodness unstirred

He makes me glad; though oft I rue the tempter’s cunning vice
Accomplishing mad blindness to salvation’s purchase price
Who satisfied the wrath of God through love’s divine decree

He makes me glad, though often love makes me too sad to laugh
He understands the tear-filled trove I lift on their behalf
Fearless, though unprepared to meet the Saviour of their soul

He makes me glad; goodness and mercy follow me always
His comfort strengthens tenderly and fills my heart with praise
For He has made me glad; my prayer, my joy cries ‘what is man
Oh God, You knew the cross was there before the world began’


© Janet Martin

Eph.1:3-6
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms. 
4For He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world
 to be holy and blameless in His presence. 
In love 5He predestined us for adoption as His sons through Jesus Christ,
 according to the good pleasure of His will, 
to the praise of His glorious grace,
 which He has freely given us in the Beloved One.

1 Pet.1:18-19
For you know that it was not with perishable things 
such as silver or gold that you were redeemed 
from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors,
 but with the precious blood of Christ,
 a lamb without blemish or defect.






Saturday, April 19, 2025

A Breathless Pause...



I felt it the other evening on a twilight trek,




and this morning where, after last night's thunder that rattled our windows
it seems to have cracked a vault!
The temps are climbing!
Do you feel it too 
on this day between Somber Good Friday
and glorious Easter Morn?!
A breathless pause...


A breathless pause before applause erupts in verdant wow
And laughter roars through bud-shaped doors studding still barren bough
Where Sense of Verge ignites an immense urge to dance and sing
Because the earth replete with birth kindles hope’s song of spring

…and windowpanes and puddled lanes wear raindrop’s happy tears
They tickle timid shoots and quicken woodland’s teeming cheers
And robin trills and daffodils and dormant hills reply
And all the world is silver-pearled beneath a beaming sky

The lawn is full of sticks where nature’s arborist pruned trees
And eggs are full of chicks that youngsters are eager to squeeze
The garden smiles, the breeze beguiles us to linger to gaze
At sanguine scenes played out in dreams of flower-precious days

…and we all feel youth’s fresh appeal; the zeal of joy renewed
Ambition streams with hopes and dreams and humble gratitude
To God, because a breathless pause captures Life held at bay
Before applause erupts because the stone is rolled away

© Janet Martin

John 11:25
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. 
He who believes in Me, though he may die,
 he shall live.











Friday, April 18, 2025

Behold, The Hour Is Come (Good Friday Meditation)

John 17:1
When Jesus had spoken these things, 
He lifted up His eyes to heaven and said,
 “Father, the hour has come. 
Glorify Your Son, that Your Son may glorify You.






 

Behold, the hour is come
For God would not withdraw
The Cornerstone of Christendom;
the cross confounds the law
As Deity and dust
In  holy horror meet
As the unjust condemns the Just
The King who washes feet!

The hour of love's plan
Summons salvation's cost
The gaping void twixt God and man
Will be forever crossed
Bridged by a cross that bore  
Power's grisly showdown;
Love's bleating/bleeding Lamb, and Lion's roar
Death's verdict and Life's Crown

Behold, His blood runs rife
Redemption is not free
The Son of God lays down His life 
 To ransom you and me
Sinless, He becomes sin
His agony complete
And though it seems that death will win
His death is not defeat...

...behold, love's misery
The suffering Saviour cries
(For all who were, are and will be)
'It is finished'  and dies
And in the crashing gloom
The temple's veil is torn
Final breath rends the cross-shaped Womb
Eternal life is born 

Behold the hour is come
For all to kneel and pray
The Cornerstone of Christendom
Washes our guilt away
Behold, the Son of God
Triumph misunderstood
The silence of the grave's façade 
Resurrection's prelude 

Janet Martin

John 19:28-30
Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, 
and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 
29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it,
 put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. 
30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” 
With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.


 

Thursday, April 17, 2025

He Makes Every Morning Glorious...



From yon formless fount of ages
Marmalade-hued mercies brim...



It is Good Friday Eve.
I wrote this poem this morning but was unable to post it
before heading to my mother to help with some spring cleaning
so what began as an aubade is now a vesper!

***


He was delivered up by God’s set plan and foreknowledge, 
and you, by the hands of the lawless, 
put Him to death by nailing Him to the cross.

Acts 2:21
And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’

Acts 4:12
Salvation exists in no one else, 
for there is no other name under heaven given to men 
by which we must be saved.”

John 3:16
For God so loved the world 
He gave His one and only Son, 
that everyone who believes in Him 
shall not perish but have eternal life.

***
From yon formless fount of ages
Marmalade-hued mercies brim
Over Bygone’s battered stages
Roll the lyrics of hope’s hymn
As night’s brooding backdrops dim

Hark! What holy favours fashion
Melodies of grace unfurled
Pulsing with divine compassion
Like springtime’s first bud uncurled
From the Savior of the world

He, who bore sin’s gory pardon
Whose blood poured in agony
First in Gethsemane’s Garden
Then in full, at Calvary
As He died for you and me

He, who did not scorn love’s calling
Knowing from the start, its price
On the cross, crude and appalling
Only Jesus could suffice
To be sin’s last sacrifice

Look! In every hand a hammer
Hark! On every tongue, vile jeers
While like a Lamb, led to slaughter
Obedience perseveres
Through atonement's lonely tears

He who rose again, victorious
Overthrowing death and hell
He makes every morning glorious
Sweetens suffering’s citadel
With hope’s unrelenting bell

…pealing from morn’s formless fountain
Mercies brim, marmalade-hued
Heavens throbbing with redemption
-anthems of God’s grace renewed
Worship bursts with gratitude

Jesus, Jesus, darling Saviour
Ransom for me, wretched clod
Forgives all who ask this favour
Salvation, a gift from God
Purchased by His Son's shed blood   

© Janet Martin








Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Restored...


And when they had sung a hymn,
they went out to the Mount of Olives...




In the hour, the dark hour when our spirits groan with grief
When the power, the dark power of despair wars with belief
When the struggle, holy struggle strains faith to the uttermost
As life’s trouble, so much trouble tries the merit of its boast

Have you hasted, humbly hasted to the place where hope’s streams flow?
Have you tasted, sweetly tasted peace this world can never know?
Did you hold a little tighter to God’s Truth that cannot dim?
Did your heart grow strangely lighter as you sat and supped with Him?

Did the wonder of Hope’s Essence cheer you onward to faith’s goal?
Did the Thunder of Love’s Presence drive doubt’s shadows from your soul?
Did today’s Divine Director beckon you to hope’s birthplace?
Did faith’s Author and Perfecter bid you trace the scars of grace?

In the hour, the dark hour when the enemy is bold
Does the power, saving power of the cross increase its hold
Does the path you trod grow clearer, in the lamplight of God’s Word
Does love’s cross you bear grow dearer as faith’s fervor is restored

© Janet Martin

 

 


Monday, April 14, 2025

Sometimes I Miss The Bliss of Ignorance



This post began taking shape through some very precious get togethers
 with friends of Lucy's who have now become friends of mine.
What bittersweet joy these friendships hold...(for both sides)
as we near the 7 mo. mark since she left this world for the next.

Today marks a year since this community
mourned/mourns the loss of a dear wife, mother and friend...

This poem is written
In Loving Memory of Kelly and Lucy

These photos were lovingly composed mementos from a caring friend...



 
Sometimes I miss the bliss of ignorance borne happily
Till sorrow tore the front door from the hinges of my heart
And I welcomed in strangers who were friends waiting to be
To teach me lessons about love and friendship’s priceless part/art

Sometimes, in the raw longing of remembering Her face
I fear that I would trade them all for one more sacred chance/dance
To linger without looking at the clock, in the embrace
Between hello and the farewell that Time never recants

Sometimes goodness and mercy’s Tender Shepherd steals my breath
He comforts me; and crowns my grief with joy, words cannot spell
He draws my want beyond the somber outer folds of death
(Futile to lean upon the place where last Her shadow fell)

Beyond the somber outer folds of Death, I gaze because
The bitter cup of grief when tipped is like a curtain-rise
Then, sometimes when I miss the bliss of ignorance, I pause
And thank God for the unveiling of angels in disguise 

© Janet Martin

 

 

 

To Count All Things But Loss...

 From the book- Streams in the Desert compiled by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman


This is how God’s love was revealed among us: 
God sent His one and only Son into the world,
 so that we might live through Him.
And love consists in this: not that we loved God, but that He loved us
 and sent His Son as the atoning sacrifice for our sins.

Phil.3:8
Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence
of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord,
for whom I have suffered the loss of all things,
and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ...
Read the whole glorious chapter HERE




To count all things but loss for Thee
Lord, let this faith's great honour/sole object be
For the excellent knowledge of
Jesus, my Saviour whom I love

To truly count all things but loss
As I behold the bloodstained cross
That held Thy love that never fails
Thy Hands divine, pierced through with nails

Thy body broken, Thy blood shed
My sin upon Thy sinless Head/Stead
As, on the cross of Calvary
You counted all things loss for me

You did not shirk death’s dreadful toll
To be the Saviour of my soul
Thy Father’s will, though Thou didst plea
Did not spare Thee from Calvary

Ah Lord, forbid I prize some claim
Above the glory of Thy Name
Forbid I look upon the cross
Yet cannot count all things but loss

Lest my boast, like a hollow gong
Resounds, Lord, let this be love’s song
To count all things but loss for Thee
Who counted Thy life loss for me

Lord,  all who repent and believe
Will everlasting life receive
And gain, for all eternity
The loss You bore at Calvary 

Then, fix faith's altar at the cross
Lest I forget to count but loss
All that impedes the knowledge of
Thy grace and everlasting love


© Janet Martin

I love the simplicity of this version of




Lyrics- Isaac Watts

1 When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.


2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
save in the death of Christ, my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them through his blood.


3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?


4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were a present far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.