Hope In Full Glory

Coral caress fans the cold crest

Of midnight’s star-frothed slumber

Daylight that faded in the west

Is rising over yonder

Blue-silver sweep of winter-deep

Kisses blushing horizon

The remnant-blue tenders its hue

Into the pastel sky-line

Plateau of unknown beckons us

To seek life’s moment-myst’ry

Before dusk’s periwinkle cusp

Absorbs this day to hist’ry

Lift up your cup and fill it up

God’s mercy over-flowing

Renders love’s grace to human-race

In a new dawn’s bestowing

© Janet Martin

 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.They are new every morning;
    Great is your faithfulness. 

 Lam. 3:22-23

Hallelujah!

It is nothing now

Yesterday's trial and error

has slipped away

to its vaulted tomb

yet, Grace fills our wanton gaze

with the glory of 

a new day

spilling across 

earth's living-room.

Hope in full glory
Turns the page  with the rising sun
We are writing a story
By God's grace, let's make it a good one

Price of Love...re-post

I cannot be

Carefree

Anymore

Because

I love you

…but oh,

What a beautiful care

to bear

J~

Who Art Thou, God?

Oh Thou who sets in place

The morning, noon and night

Who cups the dawn in mercy’s palm

And spills its gold delight

Oh Thou, who fills the sky

With heaven-tenured strain

And tunes the earth with nature’s mirth

In myriad refrain

Oh Thou who holds the fount

Of Times four-season ken

And rends this span with Heaven’s plan

To test the hearts of men

Oh Thou who loves each one

Knowing intimately

What You have wrought; unscripted thought

Cannot be hid from Thee

Oh Thou; who art Thou, God

Who knows our secret pain?

Why this is He who sets us free

A Lamb for sinners slain

 

© Janet Martin

Love...an edited re-post

Love; such a heavy load to carry

We should give it away

Love; a pair of well-worn shoes

Because second miles can be unpredictably long

Love; a beautiful picture

But so unlike anything we visualized

Love; we give it as a gift

Never reminding the recipient of the cost

Love; refined by fire

Treasure the melting-pot

Love; a race with no earthly finish-line

Quitting is not an option

Love; never a vicious weapon

But a faithful shield

Love; patient and kind

A glimpse of God revealed

Love; the proof of God

In us

Love; in its suffering

It grows more beautiful

Love; the wonderful wonder

Of increase as we give

Love; it never steals

Cannot be stolen

Love; the epitome of ‘laying down self’

So we may stand tall

 

Love; because it is God

Never fails

© Janet Martin

Go Then...a Sunday Whirl on Monday

 

Sunday Whirl

Go then

Prove your point

Soon life will

Tenderly anoint

Your experience

With wisdom

Go then,

Stop your fuss

Life will remind you

Soon enough

Your miserable youth

Was sweet

Go then,

Wish and dream

The interest of hours

Does not esteem

One above

The other

Go then,

Once I too

Pranced restlessly

In a dreamer’s shoe

We all need to figure out

What to do

Go then

If you must

I am old

My dream-shoe is bust

One cannot be

A child again

Go then,

And God go

With you

You’re headed straight

For middle-age

Too

© Janet or Mom

Life's Vapor-gem

The chimes of time are pealing

Across the morning-tide

Dawn’s garnet blush is spilling

Its river to the sky

The little toil and trouble

That we must bear today

Is but a whisper-bubble

In Time’s incessant sway

A melody of moments

Is unleashed to the air

God’s testament of mercy

And love’s long-suffering care

We cannot gather hours

Or moments to our keep

This vapor-gem is ours

To fill before we sleep

And all that we can pray for

As we embrace its flow

Is that God’s love will guide us

As by His grace we go

© Janet Martin

Mothers and Fellers

It's Children's Hour at Poetic Bloomings

Mother tells me to clean my ears

To eat my greens

To wash my face

Mother tells me to pick up my toys

Be nice to my sister

And put things back in place

Mother tells me that worms ain’t fer pockets

And mother tells me

To let the frog go

Mother tells me I’m growin’ too fast

But I think I’m growin’

Awfully slow

Mother tells me to shush, baby’s sleepin’

But I was simply

Chasin’ my ball

Sometimes I think that mothers and fellers

Really don’t understand

Each other at all

Mother tells me to mind my manners

She tells me its bedtime

When it’s quarter-past noon

She says do your homework

Do your best, and remember

You’re gonna be a man someday soon

Mother tells me I’m her little sunshine

She tousles my hair

An’ hugs me real tight

She makes my favorite fruit cobbler for dinner

And she doesn’t scold me

When I snitch a wee bite

At bedtime she listens

And I tell her my thinkin’s

She smiles and tucks me in with my football

Well, maybe, perhaps mothers understand fellers

Just a weeny-teeny little bit

After all

© Janet Martin

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Of Love and Justice

God’s love beheld our hopeless state

Mankind born into sin

God’s justice knew the blood of rams

Could never wash us clean

God’s love offered His only Son

To die in our place

And through Him we are justified

As we are saved by grace

God’s Son did not come to this world

To offer condemnation

But Love and Justice gave Himself

To purchase our salvation

For Justice cannot look on sin

So Love offered a way

For every sinner to be clean

On that Great Judgment Day

God’s love beholds our hopeless state

Sin’s vile and curs-ed seed

But once for all He paid its price

As He died in our stead

God’s justice binds our debt of guilt

As we cry, I believe

God’s love beholds His Son’s blood spilt

As we His Gift receive

While man beheld His suffering

As Jesus bled and died

God saw beyond His offering

To sinners justified

And while men jeered in victory

Of Jesus crucified

God's love beheld Hope's finished work

Justice was satisfied

© Janet Martin