Blue Somewhere

Somehow you know those things I know

Disguised as holding-letting go

When all the while in every mile

Life’s bittersweet of bygones grow

And where time drew apart the air

That held fragments of heart and prayer

I knew you knew and were there too

In azure hue of blue somewhere

J~

Some sentimental blue on a moody summer night...

Unchained Melody

With What We've Got

To envy someone else

For all that we have not

Is but to waste our very best

…we work with what we’ve got

We cannot rearrange

What gone-and-done has wrought

And all that we can ever do

Is work with what we’ve got

No one has everything

Though it may tease our thought

To think they do; ‘tis vain

We work with what we’ve got

Someday we will account

Not for what we have not

But for our everyday response

To work with what we’ve got

© Janet Martin

Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve Col. 3:23-24

On Happiness

Time's Darling

The earth is full of green

And where its nuance glows

The bud unfurls its miracle

Of peony and rose

The air is like a stage

Where feathered choirs trill

To He who tunes each season-page

In spite of good and ill

The garden breaks its seal

Where seed, that wondrous thing

Before our very eyes reveals

What only God can bring

We walk beneath a tent

Of white and azure swoon

Goodness and mercy’s filament

Is palpable in June

Its winding afternoon

Kisses our quiet hurt

Where hidden springs embellish June

From fountains born of dirt

Come, taste the giddy song

Of lupine-laden love

Time’s darling does not linger long

In summer’s treasure-trove

© Janet Martin

Like a Butterfly

‘If only it had been different’

Sometimes we say

But then who knows what we’d have missed

Along the other way

‘If only’, futile fantasy

Of what can never be

The ‘what If’ follows in its track

To share its misery

But oh, the ‘what is’ trembles

Like a new-born butterfly

Darling, let’s give it all we have

Before it finds the sky

© Janet Martin~

What is Time?

Time is a scalawag

…I looked the other way

He took this very Thing I had

And made it Yesterday

Time is a lover, oh

He steals my very breath

Knowing, while one arm holds me close

The other cradles death

Time is a patient Daddy

In spite of my mistakes

Each morning he bestows to me

The best of all he makes

Time is a hungry monster

He feeds on days and years

No sooner is its table spread

And then it disappears

Time is a flower-garden

Time is a tug-of-war

Time is both bard and beggar

Twixt after and before

Time is the mediator

Of  predator and prey

Yet all that we can hope for

Is its gift of one more day

© Janet Martin

Last night we were at the graduation ceremony for Victoria's Gr.8 friends...those things always make me sentimental:)...as we hear the echo of 'how fast Time flies!'