Braving the Elements

There will always be hearts that know they can never love again

But then they do

There will always be dreams we dream in vain

Knowing they will never come true

or things that need to be said that have no words

But we try to find them anyway

There will always be days like this; that hurt

But they too become yesterday

© Janet Martin

Time Disappoints

 The sun fell like a golden bell but I didn't here a sound, so I looked up, it's shadow cupped in autumn's umbral ground...

Her dressing-gown was gray and cold so she slipped into something warmer; Gold:) Happy Saturday!

Time disappoints then it anoints the morning with fresh air

Seasons cannot impress it any more or less, it seems

We scribble noise; life’s sorrow-joys of dancing and despair

Fill echo-streams with laughter-dreams and years with tear-requiems

Time disappoints then it appoints new moments to its wheel

It spins the Things we cannot keep yet nothing can erase

The Hour spills its flower; no will-power can appeal

Time’s forward-facing, season-chasing, human-racing grace

Time disappoints and it disjoints the well-laid scheme of thought

It does not owe us any explanation for its ways

Its changeless, ever-changing, rearranging habits oft

Vex and perplex; our ‘nexts’ at the mercy of golds and grays

Time disappoints then it anoints the morning with new urns

Its fingertips eclipse the crypts where life’s joy-sorrows fell

It strips the field of summer-yield; each new-comer soon learns

Its no-return is a slow-burn of echoes and farewell

© Janet Martin

Standing Here Watching the Dark Disappear...

Standing here watching the dark disappear roused a thunder of wonder in me…

Torn twixt dread and delight, I stand twixt day and night

The Unknown rides a sacred tide of ever-forward flight

As blush of breaking day rouses the come-what-may

Of slip and stumble, fear’s faith-fumbling ever-forward way

The holiness of hope is more than grab and cope

Its soul-borne quest where want-waves wrest tackles time’s leaning slope

The Light overwhelms the dark and God propels his Ark

With open door toward a shore where morning meets its Mark

Heaven and earth collide where Morning meets His Bride

Dread and delight fuel the fight toward this Great Divide

This ever-forward Flight is more than morn to night

Though eons roll time’s Certain Goal commands our utmost, right?

© Janet Martin

 And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Matthew 25:6

Thursday Thoughts on Thanks-living

Life is a highway to our track-record.

No transaction is over-looked!

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Sometimes we get so distracted by having

We miss the gift of giving

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The have-and-hold of moment-gold

Behooves us to invest each day

Not in jeweled fronds or stocks and bonds

Nor what we keep but give away

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The biggest part of Forgive is the give.

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Give and forget

Do not keep score

Lest we neglect

What we’re here for

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Blessed is he who gives

Without keeping score

For he has found the secret

On how to live with more

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Sometimes the best thing we can give

Is a listening ear

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When we give a word of kindness

We give a child a dream

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If ‘it is more blessed to give than to receive’ (Acts 20:35)

Why do we find this promise so hard to believe?

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Blessed is the one who shows

By love the proof of what he knows

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I have never known a flower that did not give…

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Tired? Quagmired? 

Uninspired and blahhed?

Get a good night’s sleep,

Then kneel,

And give the rest to God

Happy Thursday:)

Janet~