Wonderment

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Oh, for a little while

You nurture us,

Dear darling child

With pure lips and dimpled smile

With innocence

In blue-sky eyes

And wonderment

In each new day

Exuberant,

Your wee milk-cup

Holds the world

While we drink up

The wonderment

Of untainted joy

In milk-mustache grins

From girl and boy

Before they fly away

© Janet Martin

 

This New Day...

When nighttime’s clutch yields to the touch

Of soft chartreuse and silver-gray

When ebony tranquility

Unveils the shades of a new day

When morning spills across the hills

We grasp the tools of our trade

As we rejoice with grateful voice

In this new day the Lord has made

When onyx space brims with new grace

And darkness-drenched horizons gleam

As morning light dispels the night

Beneath hope’s benevolent beam

When errors of our tainted love

Into history’s crypt are laid

We raise our voice, praise and rejoice

In this new day the Lord has made

© Janet Martin

No Small Thing

Tis no small thing

To bow before God’s holy throne of grace

Relinquishing our pleas and cares

Into Love’s kind embrace

Tis no small thing

To realize that all we cannot know

Is held in tender nail-scarred hands

By One who loves us so

J~

This week I was reminded on more than one occasion of the miraculous power of prayer.

No, His ways are not our ways, nor His thoughts our thoughts; His answers are not always visible to our groping understanding, but when they are we humbly cry, thank-you.

Last night, as I knelt to pray before going to sleep I was suddenly, in the middle of something else, struck by an immediate urge to pray for my children’s safety as they come home from their youth-group event. Approx. 5 min. later Emily bursts into my room breathlessly shouting ‘Mom! We could be DEAD! Someone just pulled out in front of me and I screamed and slammed on the brakes! Oh Mom, if it would have been icy somebody would be badly hurt or worse” I asked her where it happened and then I told them how suddenly at that time-frame I was compelled to pray for their safety…!

Today Lord, I pray

For healing to those who hurt,

For comfort to the sorrowing,

For strength to the weak,

Lord, I pray that we may learn

to love one another

as You first loved us,

Lord, touch the lonely

with Your Presence

and be our guide today

I pray

In Jesus' name

Amen

p.s. Emily just came into the kitchen and asked me if by any chance I just wrote a poem about answered prayer:) I tried to read it to her and ended up blubbering, so she read it:)

Walk in the Winter-woods

Maybe it’s the hush as it traces dappled spaces

Dripping from lofty and bare-naked limb

Or the meekness of nonchalant hemlock fingers

Strumming the hour in a reverent hymn

Maybe it’s the absence of mortal creation

In this sanctuary, not made with hands

Where winnowing winds murmur kind, tender mercies

Softening duty’s despotic demands

The nuthatch flits from its tree-hole safe-haven

The language of leaf-song has slipped to the earth

Yet the breeze slides through the turrets of summer

Teasing the silence with evergreen mirth

Maybe it’s the absence of primal persuasion

Here, in the off-spring of Eden’s paradise

There is no clamoring intimidation

Where century-shaped pillars reach to the skies

What is it about a walk in the woodlands?

This beautiful garden bereft of cruel strife

Where shoulders, care-weighted upon our arrival

Are no longer bent beneath burdens of life

Time charts its discourse of four-season struggle

The woods are a glorious four-season reprieve

And perhaps we all would remain carefree children

If we wandered through the woodlands every eve

© Janet Martin

When We Begin to Count our Blessings...

When we least feel like

Giving thanks or

Singing or

Praying or

Rejoicing or

Loving or

Hoping or

Trusting or

Waiting or

Keeping on

We ought to anyhow...

...for when we begin

to count our blessings

we begin to give thanks

to sing and 

pray and

rejoice and

love and

hope and

trust and

wait and

keep on 

keeping on

Janet~

Tug-of-war Tango

Oh, quell this eager, effervescent surge

Kissing my mouth while subtly it steals

Rending my heart while tenderly it heals

Author of love song, lullaby and dirge

Oh still the rampage of this ruthless stream

Luring the child from mother’s pleading eye

Yet, she has prayed her young-ling learns to fly

She will not snuff the splendor of a dream

Oh, quench the fount of moment-melody

May I have one more dance; curve melding curve?

Yet, one half-step is more than I deserve

Passion and pain align intricately

Oh, hold me close, for I cannot resist

The imminence of what is yet to be

And love is such a precious agony

Twixt farewell tears and waiting to be kissed

Oh tease me, tease me not, hold me, let go

I cannot bear, yet must endure its ploy

Of bitter-sweetest misery and joy

Wrought by the tempo of life's moment-flow

© Janet Martin

Waterfall- Jon Schmidt

Most Wonderful Wonder

I wonder

What is my most wonderful wonder

For surely each day reveals wonders anew

But in the end, I am certain, my friend

That my most wonderful wonder

Is loving you

Janet~

Simple Request

 

Oh, do not judge me then

When

I’m still in the middle

Of who

I will be

But

In the meantime

Would you be so kind

As to,

Instead of judging

Simply love me?

© Janet~