Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Lovely Love





Love is not a recreational pastime
It stands, faithfully through life’s thick and its thin
Love is a mercy much deeper than laughter
Or beauty that grazes our bindings of skin

Love is relinquishment of self-desire
Bending of knee and re-bowing of will
Love is the traveler of second-mile journeys
Honing our meekness with its keening drill

Love plants its blossoms in suffering’s dark windows
It does not covet lime-light or applause
Knowing that God is its ultimate witness
Love does not grumble or kick at life’s flaws

Love is a splendor of infinite wonder
It does not seek adulation or boast
Yet in the end it is Love; Gift and Giver
That never ceases to astonish us most

© Janet Martin

For my neighbor Laurene who simply spreads love wherever she goes. God bless you, Laurene.


These Seemingly Nothings



It is good, these seemingly nothings
Talking of weather or what yet might be
Chatting of recipes, gardens and children
Painting a picture in thought’s memory

It is precious, life seemingly nothings
Oh what a blessing, beneath summer’s tree
To linger a moment where the sun in shining
And talk of these ‘nothings’ while stirring our tea

God bless the hours of ‘seemingly nothings’
These are the neutrals in life’s tapestry
Camouflaged colors we take for-granted
Until greater sorrows jolt their memory

It is love, these seemingly nothings
…Time’s gentle stitches binding joy and strife
‘Seemingly nothings’ of chuckle and chatter
Helping us bear bigger burdens of life

Treasure the measure of ‘seemingly nothings’
…modest imbuement of mercy’s caress
Nibble of muffin and vase of wild daisies
‘Seemingly nothings’ of God’s tenderness

© Janet Martin

It feels so good to feel good! Victoria and I spent 24 hrs sharing blankets and
 pepto-bismal. Today a neighbor popped by within minutes after she heard we were a little ‘under the weather’ She brought muffins, a cheery smile and we chatted for a while. I realized that I am way too guilty of taking one of life’s greatest blessings too for granted! There really are no ‘nothings’ in life…and I told my neighbor that I thought of her mother, an invalid, when I was sick. My heart goes out to those who suffer every day!  





Of July's Fading Fringes






Hold me, I beg in your kind, azure gaze
Dance to a warm willow-vesper
Nurture my mind with abandonment’s blaze
Sweeten my mouth with your whisper

Cradle me where we will seal our last kiss
Gather me in farewell’s hunger
Torture me tenderly in parting’s bliss
Tarry until I am younger

You know that I will not shackle the gate
I know that you must be leaving
Passion and sorrow; love’s juxtaposed weight
Mingle in bittersweet grieving

I beg you to hold me, sweet, sanguine July
But moments do not pause or linger
Caught in a vortex of wide-open sky
You vanish on my outstretched fingers…

© Janet Martin


There’s a key change in the winds that play
Falling from lilt to sigh
Dripping from tendrils of mid-day
In preeminence of good-bye

Tomorrow it may croon and swell
Over summer’s high-noon
Today it lingers in farewell
Of July; leaving way too soon

Long we a-wait its broad, blue-sky candor
Mid-summer’s easy kin-ship
Somewhere within Time’s wild-flower splendor
Over bronze fringes it slips

There is a key change in the late afternoon
It trickles from lintels of musk
Pooling in mouths of day-lily blooms
Disappearing into the dusk…

Solemn, the orchestra of cricket-cheeping
Ushers her over a floor
Of stubble and clover; while we are sleeping
July will be no more…

© Janet Martin

Sharing a few from a year ago...just getting over a bout of flu;(


Sunday, July 28, 2013

Gift of Grace





Between the paths that lie behind
And every path untrodden
Exists the present; here we find
A thing sacred, important

The path behind can’t be retraced
The future is thought-vision
The present is a gift of grace
Worthy of our ambition

We cannot travel yesterday
Or tread tomorrow’s nothing
The worth of life is in Today
A gracious gift of loving

Between the paths of ‘Hope’ and ‘Had’
We bear an exhortation
The present pleads on our behalf
With purposed expectation

And soon the moments it has wrought
Will be life-lesson’s story
Embrace this mercy-gift from God
And use it to His glory

© Janet Martin




Sabbath Song





 "Six days you shall labor, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even during the plowing season and harvest you must rest. Ex. 34:21

…and now upon this little earth
The Lord bestowed for mankind’s best
A day of Sabbath from his work
A day of worship, respite, rest

In spirit and in truth, oh God
Accept our offering of praise
’Tis humble thanks; we know You know
The intent of our fumbling ways

…and yet you love us; right and wrong
In spite of our fears and faults
You yearn to hear our grateful song
As tongue Your majesty exalts

And when the morrow fills the lea
Upon Time’s troubled avenue
May our labor ever be
A worship-offering back to You

© Janet Martin

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Of Ranklings and Rendezvous





Tonight the night won’t yield to me
The outline of fence-post or tree
Tonight the dark is dark as ink
And all that I can do is think…

The rendezvous of page and pen
Can torment even stronger men
I reach but cannot touch the brink
To spell these wordless thoughts I think

The rankling of the mind and heart
Are ever near, yet far apart
Can Prudence coalesce with She
Who dares to dream in poetry?

Silence seduces sorrow’s sigh?
Tonight the earth is full of sky
Longing could fill its void of naught
But for your whisper in my thought

You are here and I am there
Together in the dark night air
Nay, I am here; are you with She
Who rends the night with poetry?

© Janet Martin

Like Never Before...





So much the same yet like never before
Light rends night’s shadows to brighten our door
Gleaming on meadows of dew-laden lock
Kissing the sun-flow’r and prim holly-hock

Tender assurances spill from yon main
Compassion’s faithfulness, new once again
Hope for life’s journey spills from onyx hull
Yet, only believers can taste it in full

Soft glide life’s moments, from heaven they pour
So much the same yet like never before
Up from the edge of the earth, see His love
Bathing the morning with Light from above

Lord, fill our wishes with love’s simple song
Guide our footsteps and make courage strong
Let our returning of humble thanks pour
So much the same yet like never before

© Janet Martin


Friday, July 26, 2013

This Thing...Part Three




Shall we drown in pathetic ignorance
Where vast oceans of information swell?
For what will be man’s great deliverance
If we shun He who stands twixt heav’n and hell?
The rudiments of Knowledge are not based
On mortal entertainment of the mind
Within humanity His will has placed
Ability and its power to find
What He reveals; we are not gods but men
Created by the One who knows all things
If we renounce what He instills, what then?
Will blind lead on the blind in feigned teachings?
Knowledge does not transcend Invisible
Though generations pass This Thing abides
The truth of it Knowledge cannot annul
Base knowledge builds on what the eye ascribes
Only Belief unveils the Law we brave
Belief reveals accountability
Yet, Belief has no power to save
Until we realize our Utter Need
Thus, faith becomes that sacred stepping-stone
For what we see can never be enough
Our vile and guilty penance to atone
Or justify our sacraments of love
So, love provided once for all, a Lamb
His shed blood offers hope, though ages roll
Alpha, Omega, Love’s Supreme I Am
Cries ‘it is finished’; man cannot control
His destiny beyond this leap of Time
Only the blood of Jesus saves the soul
And if we turn away from Love Sublime
Then we reject This Thing that makes us whole
This Thing that breathed into darkness and space
The workings of His gifted universe
This Thing, compassion’s blood-stained thread of grace
Whereby we bless or ignorantly curse
For who would dare to take Love’s name in vain
If with our eyes we saw what His Words tell?
And who would ever turn his back again
If we were shown a glimpse of Heav'n or Hell?
And who would hate the Hands that bore the nails
To seal our recompense; Knowledge is mute
Without love’s faith; its clamoring exhales
Verbose confusion for mouths to dispute
For Love is our lone, Ultimate Hope;
The poverty that plagues the human heart
From new-born cry until that solemn slope
Where life and death are ever sheered apart
Cannot be satisfied with bread and wine
Or things we touch with hungry hands and eyes
A branch will die when severed from the Vine
This truth even Knowledge can recognize
Was not the Tree of Good and Evil named
After Knowledge; and when they both did eat
Their eyes were opened and they were ashamed
As Need became their quest for bread and meat
Yet Fulfillment and Need align within
Thus juxtaposed; ah, tender paradox
God did not leave us hopeless, dead in sin
But gave His Son to die upon the cross
To fulfill Need; and all that we must do
Is ‘Come’; for there are none He will cast out
But those who find Him are too far and few
Many approach but turn away in doubt
Choosing instead the things which eye can see
For Need deceives; unmitigated, stark
Yet, when we put on Immortality
There are but two terminals; Light and Dark
And then what good is knowledge without Love?
But, if we have known Love we have seen God
Some speak of love but deny God above
What good is seed if we refuse the sod?
This Thing confounds meek poets, scholars, scribes
Philosophers and cleric, rich and poor
This Thing we give to get and cannot buy
Or live without; or selfishly procure
What is This Thing for which the whole world cries
While evil wars against its Deity?
Knowledge and ignorance argues, denies
What faith believes, in Love’s humility
God signed its proof, but not of ink on scroll
He poured it, blood-red Passion suffering
From head and hands, from side and feet, His Whole
Wept love; atonement’s last sin-offering
The age of information fills Time’s glass
But it cannot fulfill God’s words of old
Love is the ageless Hope we cling to as
We see God’s ancient prophesies unfold
For what He said will surely come to be
Heaven and Hell could not His wrath withstand
If not for Love; the Love that sets us free
This Thing is more than we can understand…

© Janet Martin

 In the book, A Step of Faith by Richard Paul Evans( book #4 in The Walk series), one line got caught in my thought today...'What a culture we live in. We are swimming in an ocean of information and drowning in ignorance'

This is why I love every single one of Richard Paul Evans books....profound bits tucked into the storyline!