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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Look Up... by Gary Turk

Gary Turk invited us to feel free to share this; so, I will because its message is vital to our future.

Thank-you Cyndy, for linking to it today.

Look Up. by Gary Turk

I have 422 friends, yet I am lonely.
I speak to all of them everyday, yet none of them really know me.

The problem I have sits in the spaces between,
looking into their eyes, or at a name on a screen.

I took a step back, and opened my eyes,
I looked around, and then realised
that this media we call social, is anything but
when we open our computers, and it’s our doors we shut.

All this technology we have, it’s just an illusion,
of community, companionship, a sense of inclusion
yet when you step away from this device of delusion,
you awaken to see, a world of confusion.

A world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered,
where our information gets sold by some rich greedy bastard.
A world of self-interest, self-image, self-promotion,
where we share all our best bits, but leave out the emotion.

We are at our most happy with an experience we share,
but is it the same if no one is there.
Be there for you friends, and they’ll be there too,
but no one will be, if a group message will do.

We edit and exaggerate, we crave adulation,
we pretend we don’t notice the social isolation.
We put our words into order, until our lives are glistening,
we don’t even know if anyone is listening.

Being alone isn’t the problem, let me just emphasize,
that if you read a book, paint a picture, or do some exercise,
you are being productive, and present, not reserved or recluse,
you’re being awake and attentive, and putting your time to good use.

So when you’re in public, and you start to feel alone,
put your hands behind your head, and step away from the phone.
You don’t need to stare at your menu, or at your contact list,
just talk to one another, and learn to co-exist.

I can’t stand to hear the silence, of a busy commuter train,
when no one wants to talk through the fear of looking insane.
We’re becoming unsocial, it no longer satisfies
to engage with one another, and look into someone’s eyes.

We’re surrounded by children, who since they were born,
watch us living like robots, and think it’s the norm.
It’s not very likely you will make world’s greatest dad,
if you cant entertain a child without a using an iPad.

When I was a child, I would never be home,
I’d be out with my friends, on our bikes we would roam.
We’d ware holes in our trainers, and graze up our knees;
we’d build our own clubhouse, high up in the trees.

Now the parks are so quiet, it gives me a chill
to see no children outside and the swings hanging still.
There’s no skipping or hopscotch, no church and no steeple,
we’re a generation of idiots, smart phones and dumb people.

So look up from your phone, shut down that display,
take in your surroundings, and make the most of today.
Just one real connection is all it can take,
to show you the difference that being there can make.

Be there in the moment, when she gives you the look,
that you remember forever, as when love overtook.
The time you first hold her hand, or first kiss her lips,
the time you first disagree, but still love her to bits.

The time you don’t need to tell hundreds, about what you’ve just done,
because you want to share the moment, with just this one.
The time you sell your computer, so you can buy a ring,
for the girl of your dreams, who is now the real thing.

The time you want to start a family, and the moment when,
you first hold your baby girl, and get to fall in love again.
The time she keeps you up at night, and all you want is rest,
and the time you wipe away the tears, as your baby flees the nest.

The time your little girl returns, with a boy for you to hold,
and the day he calls you granddad, and makes you feel real old
The time you take in all you’ve made, just by giving life attention,
and how your glad you didn’t waste it, by looking down at some invention.

The time you hold your wife’s hand, and sit down beside her bed
you tell her that you love her, and lay a kiss upon her head.
She then whispers to you quietly, as her heart gives a final beat,
that she’s lucky she got stopped, by that lost boy in the street.

But none of these times ever happened, you never had any of this,
When you’re too busy looking down, you don’t see the chances you miss.

So look up from your phone, shut down those displays,
we have a finite existence, a set number of days.
Why waste all our time getting caught in the net,
as when the end comes, nothing’s worse than regret.

I am guilty too, of being part of this machine,
this digital world, where we are heard but not seen.
Where we type and don’t talk, where we read as we chat,
where we spend hours together, without making eye contact.

Don’t give in to a life where you follow the hype,
give people your love, don’t give them your like.
Disconnect from the need to be heard and defined
Go out into the world, leave distractions behind.

Look up from your phone, shut down that display,
stop watching this video, live life the real way.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

More Than Pecksniffian Narcissism

 

We are the clay the potter presses hard upon love's wheel
May we remember He sees more than how it makes us feel
Just as the Lord who looked beyond His Son at Calvary
Saw how loss on the cross would gain Ultimate Victory

After he has suffered,
he will see the light of life d 
and be satisfied
Isa.53:11

Jim Reeves



Lord, May Your Word be more than logic that I read but do not heed 
Oh, what a pity to be versed in knowledge without mercy’s creed 
And what a waste, if I but half-taste Your goodness and never see 
That it is You who heaps time’s table with love’s kind humility 

Lord, may your joy be more than clone of circumstantial confidence 
Oh, guard my mind from blinding decoys that can lure gullible glance 
Be purposed, conscious demonstrations of You in my inmost part 

Lord, let love be my greatest hunger and fulfillment synchronized 
May Thy divine denominator glorify You, undisguised 
When I am torn between the tug of Perfect Love and want’s design 
Lord, may I recognize Your hug and respond with ‘Thy will, not mine’ 

Lord, let my love be more than narcissism's canting avarice 
Oh God, forgive me when like Judas I betray you with a kiss
Then, when love suffers long, remind me how Paul and Silas replied
In chains at midnight praising and proclaiming You, Christ crucified

Lord, in Thy name I pray,
Amen

© Janet Martin

Paul's Message by the Spirit's Power
1When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eloquence or wisdom 
as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. 
3I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling.…
1 Cor.2:1-3


 

Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Like Velvet Tulle

Below is a paragraph from the study page for the leaders
of last Sunday's Sunday School lesson...
sound encouragement/wisdom to live by
as we dwell on the theme of faithfulness!

'We can’t undo the past, but we can be decisively committed to the next step, 
the next moment, and the next opportunity.
What if you committed to faithfulness one day at a time?
 And what if your faithfulness marked the people around you in significant ways? 
Then I would imagine that your faithfulness 
will lead to future opportunities for greater influence.
Don’t waste today.
Be faithful to your purpose 
to live as the salt of the earth 
and the light of the world.
And God will use you today and, Lord willing, 
multiply your efforts and opportunities tomorrow.' -The Gospel Project

Since last Thursday our area is an ice-and-snow castle!!



Like velvet tulle the crepuscule of night dissolves; it falls
Like paper from a gift that lifts the darkness from earth’s halls
Like whispers of mercy and love brushing shadows awry
Like a fresh sheet beneath our feet that reaches to the sky
Like smiles across the miles that toss barges of want and need
Like little boats or music notes that bob and press and plead
Like melodies in symphonies where seasons rise and fall
Like music bars or shooting stars or like a madrigal
To fill that cast of Almost Past with what none should ignore
Today; the place where by God’s grace it spills from shore to shore
To set the stage, where age to age the fruit of choice becomes
At that last breath the life and death of very sacred sums
When, like soft tulle the crepuscule of time and grace will fade
Like mist upon the Sealed Bygone of choices we have made

© Janet Martin

Psalm 51:15-17
O Lord, open my lips,
And my mouth shall show forth Your praise.
16For You do not desire sacrifice, or else I would give it;
You do not delight in burnt offering.
17The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit,
A broken and a contrite heart—
These, O God, You will not despise.


Thursday, March 22, 2018

Thursday Thoughts


 I'm reading the book Mansfield Park by Jane Austen.
Each time I think I might not continue 
I come to a 'thought' that makes the rest of its laborious reading worthwhile!
Like these...

I haven't posted a Thursday Thoughts page in a long time 
but because this is a rare Thursday off I will;-)
Hope you read at least one 'thought' that made this porch-stop worth your while!


A Fishin’ an’ Wishin’ Fair Warnin’

Dawn drops into Time’s lake, life’s lure
It teases earth’s school of self- fish
With tantalizing  ‘sure to please’
Dangling before Want’s wide-eyed ‘wish

And often contrary to ‘wish’
Is the consequence of a bite
That snares Dare’s easy target with
One moment that tasted just right

© Janet Martin



This Will Never Change…

From founts filled with the New of old
Dawn dips daybreak in ether gold
Then, soon its first bloom fades away
Leaving Time’s free-for-all; Today

This daily never-before spree
May seem common to you and me
Where nothing new under the sun
Cannot undo-unsay said-done

Then, lest we overlook the charge
That seems mundane but is quite large
It behooves us to keep in mind
This, which at dusk is left behind

© Janet Martin

Human Race To The Finish

Hither and yonder
Over and under
Into and out of
We come and we go
Giving and taking
Mending and breaking
Reaching and bowing
Farewell and hello
Laughing and crying
Smiling and sighing
Running and falling
All over the place
Beggars and choosers
Winners and losers
This is the plight, love
Of human race

© Janet Martin

Time Well Wasted Tasted

Let’s taste the day, not waste the day
Let’s lie beneath a sea
Of purest blue and peer into
God’s sky-wide poetry

Let’s just forget small words like ‘yet’
Let’s not suggest, let’s do
Until the pink of twilight’s ink
Obliterates the view

When toppled jars of silver stars
Pour out the Milky Way
We’ll fold our tent of Time well-spent
And call it Yesterday

© Janet Martin

Heart-ship

A mother’s heart
Is soft as silk
And strong as steel
Big as the sky
Yet fits completely
Into this;
A tear, a kiss,
A smile, a sigh

© Janet Martin

Sure Cure

How much less we would fight and fear
How much less we would dread
If we would spend more Time, my dear
On meadow-quilts outspread

If we would spend an afternoon
With little more to do
Than contemplate the perfect tune
Of green leaf etched on blue

© Janet Martin

For in him all things were created:
things in heaven and on earth,
visible and invisible,
whether thrones or powers
or rulers or authorities;
all things have been created
through him and for him.
Col.1:16

Sage Advice

Don’t stay up, darling
When it’s time to sleep
Don’t make a promise
That you cannot keep
Don’t season reason
With a bad excuse
And always leave room
For dessert and new shoes

© Janet Martin


This place of grace, soft traced with lace of frost and froth of flow’r
Is like a seed dropped in the dirt of one moment-ous hour
Where Time’s thin air is like a stair that we oft fail to mention
A wisp that fades in an abyss beyond all comprehension

© Janet Martin

Rock-a-bye ripple that runs to a sea
Full of people much older than we used to be

On that note, wishing you all a Happy Thursday!

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, December 6, 2017

'Not For You'



 I laughed out loud the other day when I found this tucked away in the back of the refrigerator.
(lest we mistakenly think it should be)


Why do we lust and forfeit trust
Straining for out-of-reach-ado
When it is very clear, my dear
That What we want is ‘not for you’

Why do we waste time’s touch and taste
Succumbing to the fruitless rue
Of pining for a soldered door
Signed in bold letters ‘not for you’

Why do we thirst, mad, hunger-cursed
For slice of sky-pie’s what-but-who
And sadly miss the tender kiss
That whispers this; ‘this is for you’

© Janet Martin

Saturday, March 2, 2024

Perfect Satisfaction (because we all seek to be satisfied)


Every life is a testament, not only
of how much God loves us,
but of how much we love Him!

Photo:  Yesterday's Bake-Apple Crumble Tarts and Scottish Coconut and Jam Tarts
Today's bake (plan): Butter tarts!


I am currently working at a 'tart buffet' as part of a meal
next Wednesday evening 
for all our youth, junior youth and kid's zone ministry leaders at church; approx. 50!
Isn't it a wonderful blessing to be able to serve those who serve others
with a delicious 'encouragement/appreciation' meal once a month?!

BTW!! this was not my initial reaction of 'love'! (insert blush)
My first thought, I am ashamed to say was 'why? all this work/fuss etc.
 when they could all grab a bite before their meeting?!!
It would be SO much easier...
There are so many things faulty with the above attitude😓
hence, the need for confession.
Then to top it off,  I was thoroughly convicted by a conversation from/with
 an ancient Brother Lawrence from the 1600's!


I ordered this little book to tag on a few dollars 
so I would qualify for free shipping!
I am only on the second conversation and have been utterly
encouraged and convicted/corrected in my often carnal tendencies...




We all seek to be satisfied
The world, a big buffet
Of tempting fruit cajoling pride
With ‘did God really say?’

So much to see and touch and taste
What vast fields Choice deploys
Soon yielding either worth or waste
In Want’s pursuit of joys

What fickle ventures we afford
What futile wish and whim
We chase, until we love the Lord
And yield our hearts/lives to Him

Then, come what may, bitter or sweet
When love for God prevails
We find a life of joy complete
Because love never fails

We all seek to be satisfied
God’s grace, a grand buffet
Of hope the world cannot provide
Or ever take away

The more we love the Lord, the less
We want of lesser things
As we embrace/enjoy the happiness
Only loving God brings

© Janet Martin

1 Thessalonians 3:12
And may the Lord cause you to increase and overflow
 with love for one another and for everyone else, 
just as our love for you overflows,

Philippians 1:9
And this is my prayer: 
that your love may abound more and more
 in knowledge and depth of insight,


Last night as our youngest daughter's little
'blue bug' puttered away I prayed a special blessing on her and all the
fellow-workers who serve/minister to our precious youth!

We are obligated to thank God for you all the time,
 brothers, as is fitting, because your faith is growing more and more, 
and your love for one another is increasing.


1 Thessalonians 4:1
Finally, brothers, we ask and encourage you in the Lord Jesus 
to live in a way that is pleasing to God,
 just as you have received from us. 
This is how you already live, 
so you should do so all the more.

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Of Love Well-lived (or Life Well-loved)

Better to be keenly aware
Of all the kindnesses that you bequeath...






Aware…of how you run your fingers through my hair so casually
And trace my face with lines without excuses or apology
Your touch, oh Father Time, is such, that none can tame or duck beneath
Better to be keenly aware
Of all the kindnesses that you bequeath

…in spite of all you steal and how we sometimes feel at loss for words
To spell the knell of farewell rolling through each season undeterred
Aware of heartstrings pulled and tugged in every tender way but loose
While a new generation fills
Our hugs and thrills to rhymes of Mother Goose

Aware of how vital prayer is; where we never know what we’ll meet
Aware of how your kiss, oh Father Time, is both bitter and sweet
And how the stage of middle age runs rife with life’s curious surprise
Aware of how a friend in deed
Is better than anything money buys

Aware that truth won’t change its mind no matter how we twist our pleas
Aware that youth will soon find out time is a mist of memories
And not on their side after all; as they turn into acrobats
Trying to balance hopes and dreams
On tight-ropes of less glam-matters of fact

Aware that our relationship should work in me, as years go by
A gentler attitude and more subdued approach to 'me' and 'my'
Because oh Father time, you are a teacher with uncanny ways
To reach beneath exteriors 
And turn want's restless passion into praise

Aware that we grow too soon auldt and too late schmart, as we become
The generation of old-farts/folk, out-of-fashion dad and mum
Aware that each day is a gift that we cannot afford to waste
But rather gather into hearts
The echo of fond, love-well-lived keepsakes

© Janet Martin

Two things I request of You
(Deprive me not before I die):
8Remove falsehood and lies far from me;
Give me neither poverty nor riches—
Feed me with the food allotted to me;
9Lest I be full and deny You,
And say, “Who is the Lord?”
Or lest I be poor and steal,
And profane the name of my God.