Lest I Miss God's Ink

Lord, help me slow my feet to taste

The cotton-candy pink of dawn

Lest in my haste I miss the ink

And canvas that You write upon

Lord, in life’s blessed busyness

That heart and soul of love demands

Teach me the art of slowing down

To read the imprint of Your Hands

Lord, keen my senses to embrace

Each moment that attunes the air

And thereby recognize in them

The penmanship of loving care

© Janet Martin

They Did It Too

They did it too in olden days

That thing of base necessity

When all the ends didn’t quite meet

They just kept going

…so must we

They did it too, and could not stop

The clock from its insistent plea

Of letting go or getting old

They simply did it

…so will we

And just as they in ancient days

Passed through the trouble that must be

In day by daily strength and grace

From He who loves us

…so do we

They did it too and didn’t know

The Unknown's ‘what-must-be-will-be’

Waiting where morning follows night

They worked, hoped, prayed

…and so should we

© Janet Martin

It is simply too much

To try to carry

More than the grace of God allows

In the moment we are in…

The Falling Like Leaves Poem...

This poem began with a line early this morning but then the day started happening and now I'm letting the lines fall at free will here and there through-out the day...

Time’s skeins unfurl in silver mist

Across a world fresh and frost-kissed…

Fall falls in flavor; full, robust

Caramel, orange, cinnamon, rust...

It thrills in giggles of little boy blue

  And spills from steeples of thinning
adieu

 

Time dashes through doors left ajar

It dapples floors with broken stars

It roves the russet under-tow

And hugs the earth like painted snow...

…or smiles in lamp-light circles where

Echoes of summer warm the air 

Time’s skeins unfurl, dusk-pungent rush

Where autumn curls into its hush

© Janet Martin