Saturday, September 6, 2014

Chimera





Unmoored now, it seems you hasten
As we on leaf-lorn lea
Perceive you, a frigate laden
With nevermore will be

Immortal cargo you carry
How quick a season culls
Every eat-drink-be merry
Into unyielding hulls

Leaving in your wake an ocean
Of ripple-song engraved
Where thought’s guttural emotion
Is raw and ill-behaved

Yet no terms of endearment
Will draw you back to shore
Here goes another summer then
Heave ho and au revoir

Unmoored now it seems you hasten
Upon a sea of years
A chimeral frigate laden
Where summer disappears

© Janet Martin

...from a sauna-like afternoon to a sharp-shivery morning; September


Friday, September 5, 2014

Lifetime Busi-ness






Right now the busyness of living tastes like peaches, tomatoes and all other things 'September'...

This business of living…
…its giving, forgiving,
…its taking, love-making affair
Of having and holding
And molding, enfolding
Our zeniths of joy and despair
Into ever-after
…its learning and laughter
Shaping and testing our Belief
Where we all must do our part
Is not for the faint of heart
Its payday oft maydays of grief

This business of busyness
Duty-dream dizziness
As loss and loveliness form
A deeper knowledge
Not book-learned in college
But beneath Time’s rain and sun dorm
Teaches its students
Love-lessons of Prudence
And accountability
This business of living
Takes as it is giving
Demanding our entirety

So then, let’s get to it
And just simply do it
What profit is base bickering?
For oh, who can tell it?
What whisper will quell it?
…life’s once-lit flame flickering
Thus, we dare not waste it
Nor haste it, but taste it
Savor each flavor full-blast
For this business of living
Insists on its giving
Everything to the Past

© Janet Martin


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Humility Becomes Us





Humility becomes us
Self-importance such a fraud
For we are really nothing but

Humility becomes us
What a waste of gifted grace
To struggle through a lifetime
Without giving God His place

Humility becomes us
Ah, what freedom as the chains
Of pride and pretense vanishes
And only God remains

Humility becomes us
When we understand our worth
Not by our boast but by our praise
To God of Heav’n and earth

Humility becomes us
As we fully recognize
The Authorship of every breath
And every sunrise 

Humility becomes us
Not by self-things we applaud
But by the honest wonderment
Of one true Holy God

©  Janet Martin

 Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, 6who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, 7but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Phil. 2: 5-8

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Of Sky-lines and Storehouses






Out on the skyline the morning brims, red
Time’s surreal storehouse is not empty yet
To God the glory, to mankind the call
As we return to love’s laboring all
Giver and taker alike co-exist
Golden twilight to dawn’s silver-soft mist

Draped on a lintel of yesterdays, my
How its sheer tenure oft vexes the eye
Yet even now spills what no man can keep
Voracious volley of swift season-sweep
Ah, the heart’s fabric is twisted and stretched
Yet never torn as new patterns are sketched

We, beneath pencils that none can control
Of sunset stencils and daybreak cajole
Set our sights on Time’s packed street of sod
Primed with a sheet of miles no one has trod
Though it may seem that we often repeat
Daily routines, newness spills at our feet

Pray to the Lord as He draws on the sky
Mankind’s reward of new moments to try
That we embrace what God’s grace gifts to dust
…life is a highway of learning to trust
As, out on the skyline a new day brims red
God’s storehouse of mercy is not empty yet

© Janet Martin

The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.  Lam. 3:22-23

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

God Loves Us All...


It's nice to have a rainy day and catch up on a bit of reading. My niece volunteered with Urban Promise for a year before heading back to school. We will continue to pray for her and the kids she had to leave.Read her farewell here
Aren't you glad as we pray God can send people to answer and minister to needs we leave with Him!?



The whole world over where ever we are
To God there is no near or far
He loves us all, no one exempt
Regardless of mankind's contempt

He loves us all, disdainful glares
Cannot rebuff what God declares
No one escapes His tender view
'Lord, teach us how to love like you' 

You love us all no matter what
Your one and only Son's shed blood
Redeems the sinner, saves the soul
For God so loved, so loves the world

Janet Martin


Please also pray for my friend's step-dad going in for very serious surgery tomorrow.
( Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Ps.139:16)




 1. The love of God is greater far Than tongue or pen can ever tell; It goes beyond the highest star, And reaches to the lowest hell; The guilty pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win; His erring child He reconciled, And pardoned from his sin. * Refrain: Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure— The saints' and angels' song.
2. When hoary time shall pass away, And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall, When men who here refuse to pray, On rocks and hills and mountains call, God's love so sure, shall still endure, All measureless and strong; Redeeming grace to Adam's race— The saints' and angels' song.
3. Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.

Verse 3 was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.



 In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.   John 4:10

But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Rom.5:8

 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.  2 Pet.3:9




First Day of a New School-year Poem





That lull of sleepy summer morning ends
Across the countryside and city wends
The yellow bus, loaded with fears and cheers
As parents fuss, caught twixt both smiles and tears
And taunt of years that disappear like mist
Upon a strand all summer-tanned and kissed

The After is a pasture where thought strays
To trace the laughter of its yesterdays
Yet even in the After new Befores
Await; Time is a corridor of doors
Where none can see what waits behind the locks
Unsoldered by the shimmying of clocks

What precious cargo fills that school bus seat
Or streets, as back-packed past and present meet
The future, head-phoned and new-school-shoes-shod
Upon a path that their forefathers trod
Where mothers still blow kisses to the air
And fortify brave wishes with a prayer

© Janet Martin

The morning is full of I-can't-believe-how-fast-the-summer-went sentiment:)