Saturday, August 2, 2014

Of Flesh and Spirit War...




Ah, flesh and Spirit war
This battleground within
Bids us examine our thought
Of what is good or sin

Flesh wars against the Good
Its weakness covets filth
The Spirit bids us suffer long
To glean eternal wealth

Awesome Inheritance
How brief these wars of earth
Only what we have done for God
Will be of any worth

Ah, flesh and Spirit war
Tempter and Holy Word
Clash soundlessly within the mind
As deed reveals our lord

We know God is not mocked
What a man sows he reaps
Touch sacredly this gifted ground
Where eternity sleeps

© Janet Martin

Reading in Galatians 5&6. Warning and tender encouragement!

Life's Saturdays





Life laughs at dreams sometimes it seems
What use to suffer it tight-lipped?
Sweeter to soften our schemes
Like mist above a meadow stripped

We cannot rule nature’s cajole
But nature, if we listen, love
Pours poetry into the soul
From spools wafted in heaven’s trove...

…to spill in utter disregard
Of dreams or well-laid garden plans
It threads through moments to the heart
Where soon its ether fabric spans

…a year of seasons while we gaze
At dreams adapting to Time’s skeins
Ah, wonder weaves life’s Saturdays
Too swiftly back to back, it seems


© Janet Martin

While walking through the garden I had to chuckle at how nature rearranges my well-laid 'winter-garden' plans. oh well, we enjoy what is blooming; not what we wish had grown or bloomed.

Isn't it remarkable how fast Saturdays come...and go?! Especially summer Saturdays. I enjoy this writer's weekly articles in The Wellington Advertiser and this week he wrote how time flies ever faster the older he gets. 
I think to combat this the only thing we can do is slow down and enjoy what is, not what we wish was.

Dear God, help us to remember You hold the skein from whence life's moments fall.
Remind us then to glean and give our best to one and all.
Amen

 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Gal. 6:9

Summer in Slow Motion






Noon plays like a cello through arc of green leaf
Time drapes warm and mellow, a fellow reposed
We scrawl on its awning with eyes half-closed
Lying unhurried beneath summer’s sheaf

 Loose-strife meanders through meadows sunlit
Laughing like stragglers with nowhere to be
We search the sky for its line on the sea
Willing the hours to stumble a bit

Down by the river where once we were young
And days were forever with nary a care
We pause, reaching to recapture its air
But moments melt like snow-drops on our tongue

Green is a girl, glad and daring to dream
Maiden of music and arms flung full-wide
Bronze is the mother that walks by her side
Hearing the echo of footfalls, it seems

That bend in the lane begs our feet to go free
We are not chained like convicts to life’s toil
Surely the pulse of youth throbs in earth’s soil
Summer spills petals like silk saffron tea

© Janet Martin

Friday, August 1, 2014

Unfolded Second Chance





Alarm-clocks seep through slumber-lands across the waking globe
Where morning dons from unseen Hands a fresh and gleaming robe
We rise to our thoughts and prayers; God hears and knows each one
While grace unfurls to earthy streets clean stairs to Heaven’s throne

Those farewell shades of blue on east and pink against the west
Reverse; and draw us from our little interlude of rest
Then clap those hands and sing for joy; the One who keeps us all
Offers clean hours to employ; we ought to heed His call

Too soon the drip of seasons slip to kindness wrought in thought
Today rolls in across a rift that yesterday we sought
It held those things we didn’t do and knew we could or should
Today unfolds in second chances from a gracious God

© Janet Martin

 In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly. Ps. 5:3


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Earth-beauty





Money can buy for a ticketed price
Anything fine, flashy, fancy and nice
But earth offers beauty that runs at large
Bloom-wild and wonderful and free of charge

This feast to the senses of sheer Shangri-La
Of vine-entwined fences and fields, evokes awe
We are partakers of green, blue and gold
Earth bares her beauty for all to behold

Chicory rivers and chamomile hedge
Wends between wetlands of bulrush and sedge
Blue-awning fathoms above meadow-sweet
Flower-swept wastelands to tempt restless feet

Rolling beneath us right out to the sky
We touch a canvas money cannot guy
Over and under, around us unfurled
God gives His wonderful, wonderful world

© Janet Martin

I grabbed my camera as I headed out to take hubby fresh supplies before he leaves. Guess why he is enjoying summer!


This morning is the complete opposite of cold and white...







Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Of Gardening, God and L'il Guys...

  

My son let out a joyous whoop as the skies opened; we were on our way to the garden to pick...potato bugs. ugh!! but according to the experts its the only way to get rid of them and they are destroying our potato patch. They moved in last week while we were gone. Gardening can be quite discouraging; the corn rows are lying over the bean plants so we had to hold up the plants and try to pick beans at the same time...

...but still, in spite of bugs and weeds
and other un-gardenly deeds
we dream and plant again, again
knowing we strive for moments when
we pluck the fruit of our toil
like nature's jewelry from the soil

We work to hear the young lad shout
"look at the big carrot I pulled out'
...to watch them marvel and glimpse God
as they open their first pea-pod
or, bury faces in a bloom
or pluck the 'pretty' from its plume

And so we gladly swing the hoe
and bear the care of garden woe
because we know its payoff waits
to fill and thrill our dinner plates
A wonderland springs from the sod
Ah, gardens are a gift from God

Janet Martin

The 'little guys' I babysit are so excited to see what Janet's garden is growing.



...now we're off to experience bare feet in mud and those ugh! potato bugs!!