Thursday, November 20, 2025

Why Poems?

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge,
 poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 20 is to write an explanation poem.

To those who sometimes wonder, or ask, WHY?!!
Why poems?!!



poetry is far more than ink arrangement of verse-rhyme
(though some perceive its purpose as sheer waste of precious time)
because some so-called poets desecrate ballads with blight
through unholy vulgarity and disregard for right

poetry is love's passion poured upon a page; its quest
to rekindle a heart of awe within the human breast
to waken us to worship God with more humility
to draw wonder from unplumbed wells of Divine Deity  

to grasp, from sod and sky and sea, sacred glimpses, though dim
Of He whose workmanship is but the outer fringe of Him 
and then to bow before the parchment altar with amen 
touching the hem of God's garment through whispers of a pen

poetry is far more than vaunt to vex the hungry eye 
it is the aftermath of prayer, the dredged deeps of a sigh
the heart that skipped a beat as it beheld the holy stage
where ink survives the author of words committed to page 

poetry is the pleasure of  God rushing through thought's veins 
a holy happiness that the Ultimate Bard sustains
through nature's endless evidence of He who woos the soul
and keens ears to an ocean where uncharted poems toll/roll

poetry is far more than lyrical extravagance
it is a brush that paints a scene, a soulful song and dance
it is a kind endeavor to address lament and laud
and benefit the reader with witness that points to God 

poetry is the language of lovers of humankind
longing's collective sympathies, the music of the mind
so when you ask 'why poems? all that I can think to say
 is, 'to ignore the ocean's roar would be to cease to pray'
or, when you ask 'why poems' the simplest truth I can give
Is, 'to ignore the ocean's roar would be to cease to live'

Janet Martin

“When I run, I feel God’s pleasure.”
Eric Liddell (1902–1945)

When I write poetry I feel God's pleasure
Janet Martin (1966-....)

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

The Key to the Kingdom-Faithfulness

Mark 13:13
You will be hated by everyone because of My name, 
but the one who perseveres to the end will be saved.

Luke 21:19
By your patient endurance you will gain your souls.

Revelation 2:10
Do not fear what you are about to suffer...
. Be faithful even unto death, and I will give you the crown of life.

Jesus... for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, 
despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
On the cross death/defeat appeared the Victor, but not so!
So let us also endure faith's crosses...
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.
let us throw off every encumbrance and the sin that so easily entangles, 
and let us run with endurance the race set out for us. 
Heb.12:1-2





“This job has been given to me to do. 
Therefore, it is a gift. 
Therefore, it is a privilege. 
Therefore, it is an offering I may make to God. 
Therefore, it is to be done gladly, 
if it is done for Him. 
Here, not somewhere else, 
I may learn God’s way. 
In this job, 
not in some other,
 God looks for faithfulness.”
- Elisabeth Elliot

What sacred service and holy,
suddenly housework/homemaking becomes
To learn the faithfulness of God
Through cleaning up toys and toast crumbs
(or laundry or cooking or cleaning😅🙏)


Because I am in close contact with a number of young mothers
I am reminded of the days/season that 
sometimes felt overwhelming with 'small' demands
and feelings of little accomplished.
Faithfulness in life's seemingly small things is
faithfulness in its big things!
Dear young parent, dear old saint, 
And let us not grow weary while doing good, 
for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.

Each task performed to the glory of God
transforms mundane chores to majestic opportunities of faithfulness! 

For you were bought at a price; 
therefore glorify God in your body 
and in your spirit, which are God's.

Oh Lord, when I cry 'I am finished'
You reply 'I AM faithful'


Faithfulness takes a lifetime to achieve!
There is only one way to achieve it;


Faithfulness is no once and done flying-leap victory  
It attracts little attention; its garb, humility 
No grandstands filled with lively din to energize and cheer 
And urge faith's athlete onward in the race/grace of now-and-here 

Faithfulness is no grandiose triumph, hailed with high-fives 
The approach to its curtain-close a grueling enterprise
Accomplished slowly, breath by breath, with love's sincerity 
And only the mercy of death achieves its victory

Faithfulness needs no scribe to pen its authenticity 
Love, first for God then fellowmen proves faith's integrity   
Faithfulness needs no loud applause, no trophy-bedecked hall 
Faithfulness presses on because of God's high, holy call 

Faithfulness is the diligence of duty, honour-shod
A servant-postured reliance on promises of God 
A fervent heart-desire, when the race of life is run
To bow before its Giver and to hear Him say 'well done'

Janet Martin

John 16:33 NIV
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. 
In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! 
I have overcome the world.”

2 Cor.4:16-18 NIV
16 Therefore we do not lose heart. 
Though outwardly we are wasting away, 
yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 
17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us 
an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 
18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
 but on what is unseen, 
since what is seen is temporary, 
but what is unseen is eternal.





Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Favour-Feast

 

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in November. 
Day 18 is to write an optimistic and/or pessimistic poem.

Today's poem inspiration was kindled by today's devotion...
beginning with Ps.92:1

 It is good to give thanks to the LORD, 
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;



Below, A small sampling of flavours from love's favour-feast!












It is good to rise each day and thank the Giver for its gift
It is good to kneel and pray and trust His Word that does not shift
It is good to praise God's Name above all other names. Amen
Then, to stake hope's groaning claim beyond this world's brief benison

It is good to learn to bear love's yoke when we are not yet old
It is good to be aware of the fleeting fortune of gold 
It is good to count each good and perfect gift from God above
 Then, when we are misunderstood we will be more fitted to love 

It is good to make the most of moments, because of their sum
It is good to boldly boast in He who tunes time's pendulum 
It is good to look around and marvel at God's mighty Hand
Then, to let wonder confound the holy ground whereon we stand  

It is good to suffer grief, to recognize true joy and peace
It is good to weigh belief in the Balance beyond Time's lease 
It is good to give more earnest thought to the things we have heard
Then, to believe truth's precepts taught and wrought by God's eternal Word 

It is good to sing and sing to He by whom all things exist
It is good to gladly bring offerings from love's unclenched fist
It is good to humbly trust in He who cares for you and me
Then, guard against domains/demons of dust to dust's ignoble hierarchy 

It is good to worship He who deserves more than we can think
It is good to faithfully draw from the well of Living Ink 
It is good to thank the Lord; to be unutterably awed
Then, because of His love outpoured, live to outpour our love to God

Janet Martin





Monday, November 17, 2025

Autumn's Afterglow...



Over the weekend the halfway point of November
came and went...
and I am trying to content myself with a more
wintery pace of life,
reveling in the breath-stealing, burgeoning beauty
of each season/month.


. 'The inhabitants of the city suppose that the country landscape is pleasant only half the year. 
I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, 
and believe that we are as much touched by it as the genial influences of summer! 
To the attentive eye each moment of the year has its own beauty, 
and in the same field it beholds every hour a picture which was never seen before 
and which shall never be seen again.'
Ralph  Waldo Emerson





Leaf laughter starts to fade but on the frosty air it seems
An afterglow of gold and jaded auburn tress still gleams
Infiltrating the heart with hues that form a tender swell
Of hope to quench lamenting rues where flaming frescos fell

Rafters, once rife with rustling hymns yield to the Maestro’s close
Like minstrels etched on welkin scrims, in majestic repose
Stark, still-life masterpieces fuel fresh and fervent awe
Where rough and tumble breezes release autumn’s last hurrah

Autumn rekindles days of yore as leaf-notes lilt and waft
Lost childhoods fondly found once more while laughing limbs are doffed
Where the heavens and earth compete, each apt to steal the show
In the fine-mingled bittersweet leaf-laughter’s afterglow

Something about the solitude of November ignites
A brooding ballad ‘neath subdued autumnal-hued highlights
Where no one but God can unfold each season’s ebb and flow
Of barren bough to green to gold to autumn’s afterglow

Janet Martin





Saturday, November 15, 2025

When In The Woods I See Not Life...

Be still, and know that I am God.
Ps.46:10

I craved a quick woodland-soak this morning
before plunging into Sat. tasks...

To delight in simplicity is quite enough to satisfy 







When in the woods I see not life as sinister or crude or mean
Where the bird is a minister and the tree, a four-season queen
The air is like a silk scarf drawn through draughty awnings overhead
And the unruly little tongue is content to leave words unsaid

When in the woods I see not life as happiness to hurry through
No scales to weigh or mark success by what we do or fail to do
The frantic chase toward twilight's brief eulogy subsides, leaf-hushed
I am content with the insight of Nature's poetry, unrushed

When in the woods I see not life as battlefields for more or less
The creature is cut downs to sighs and yields to solitude's caress
Where factual epiphanies eclipse the graveyard-gilded dust 
As I gaze up, up past the trees into the Almost Face I trust

When in the woods I see life as a grand sandcastle, briefly leased 
The shock and ruin of dreamlands commands attention like a feast
Of effortless tranquility, like treetops reaching for the sky   
To delight in simplicity is quite enough to satisfy 

When in the woods I see not life as something to dread or adore
But rather like a gift that soon becomes a mem'ry, nothing more 
And here I am content to pledge to keep my wants humble and few 
To count it as a privilege to grieve the loves that once I knew

Janet Martin

a few snap-shots from previous woodland-soaks...






Monster of the Mind...

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 15 is to write a monster poem.

“Assumptions are the most damaging enemies of our mind’s equilibrium... 
An assumption is an imaginary truth.”

Assumptions are the termites of relationships.


You are a foe to joy
The scenarios you erect
Are dark and destined to destroy
Gratitude, gladness and respect
Assumption is a monster cursed
With bidding us believe the worst

Get thee behind me, foe
You thrive on thought-evoked blood shed
And vicious, verbal blow for blow 
In the dark hole inside my head 
Assumption turns love's sumptuous feast
Into a meal fit for a beast

Janet Martin




Friday, November 14, 2025

Who Knows What Waits

 


For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 14 is to write a who blank poem.

I watched the sunrise then checked the prompt for today and the first lines flowed naturally...

Who knows what waits where welkin gates are flung ajar by He
Who fills the air with mercy's flare for all humanity...



I then paused to tend to a few chores and in that time
received news that a sick friend had pass from this life
into Heaven and all I could do was pray
as a tremendous wave of relief, joy and grief
washed over me...
As the sun rose glorious in the east she departed to
the land of endless day, endless health, endless joy and peace
Dear Penner family,
Rom.15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, 
so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.




Who knows what waits where welkin gates are drawn ajar by He
Who fills the air with mercy's flare for all humanity

Whose thoughts and ways none can appraise, beyond all mortal ken
Whose Name is Love; a Name above all other names. Amen

Who knows our cares and hears our prayers and saves us by His grace
Whose perfect will tries faith until we see Him face to face

Who does not leave our hearts to grieve without hope in the world
But comes to us and comforts us through promises unfurled

Who suffered too, and traveled through death's vale, but all alone
Who rose again; the curse of sin forever overthrown 

Who longs that all would heed His tender call 'come unto Me'
And trust His love to be enough for all eternity 

Whose glory spills in constant thrills and glimpses of Sublime 
These but the fringe; an earth-sky hinge on a hold we call Time  

Who gives and takes with no mistakes; each life a gift from He
Who knows our score of days before one of them comes to be 

God knows what waits where welkin gates are drawn ajar; rejoice
In gold and rose He overflows the heavens with His voice

Janet Martin

...and before I knew what was waiting in the wings of daybreak
this was the Scripture reading in my devotion from Our Daily Bread

Lam.3:22-33

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24 I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”

25 The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;
26 it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
27 It is good for a man to bear the yoke
while he is young.

28 Let him sit alone in silence,
for the Lord has laid it on him.
29 Let him bury his face in the dust—
there may yet be hope.
30 Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him,
and let him be filled with disgrace.

31 For no one is cast off
by the Lord forever.
32 Though he brings grief, he will show compassion,
so great is his unfailing love.
33 For he does not willingly bring affliction
or grief to anyone.











Thursday, November 13, 2025

Divine Dialogue


For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 13 is to write a dialogue poem.





Dear Father up in Heaven
How can I give/live my best?

Just love and look and listen
And let Me do the rest

Dear Author of creation
How can I honour Thee?

Just learn to be more patient
And leave the rest to Me

Dear Lord of my salvation
How can my love reply?

Trust without explanation
And watch Me satisfy

Dear Father up in Heaven
I bow with heart undone
Because I am forgiven
Through Jesus Christ, Thy Son

Dear child, then do not worry
In every word and deed
My Kingdom, pow'r and glory
Grants everything you need

Janet Martin

...and He is before all things,
and by Him all things exist.
Col.1:17