To The Evolution of Ignorance...

   PAD Challenge day 16: write a science poem

Sometimes science attempts to explain

Away the Creator with guess-work, while rain

Falls from the heaven’s to nurture the sod

And sun spills to us, a dull glimpse of Him; God

Sometimes science has no reply, like how/why

Something from nothing evolved?!  Oh my!

Claiming a Creator most preposterous

And Belief in Him archaic to ‘the smartest of us’

Sometimes science, with all its study

Draws conclusions, at best, hoping everybody

Will be willing to swallow the ‘facts’ they offer

Scoffing at faith; in the face of their Creator

Sometimes science, a God-designed wonder

Amazes earth-scholars in its intricate grandeur

While we play at knowledge bestowed, not by us

But by He who said ‘let-there-be’ and so it was

 

© Janet Martin

Recently I heard a news broadcaster declare that 'today's generation is wiser and doesn't necessarily need to believe in the religion of a God'

Science Experiment

PAD Challenge day 16: For today’s prompt, write a science poem.

I don't want to be       a spend-thrift, no.

But, I'd love to spend a life-time

together with you, 

Exploring the

science we

call

U-

S 
.
I 
am
sure
there is so
much more to
discover than the cover
Of skin allows, and given a life-
time we might begin to learn what we wonder now

~Janet~

From God... to God

It was a true delight to watch as New-day opened her eyes

...this is a course none can alter or force as we traverse Time's sod

We are on a one-way return-trip from God to God

Time's lowered gaze raises and chases the lingering dark

From night-warm arms of slumber to that port where we embark

On roads not taken yet, to destinies soft-veiled with naught

But that which we half-see conceived in the guesswork of thought 

Urgency pours, implores; sky-rivers brim and spill in gold

From Heaven's God to sod; mercy ushers new over old

And we who yet remain on this side of Forevermore

Are caught up in hope's hungry tug-of-love-and-longing-war

Grace fills the cup uplifted like Spring furbishing the limb

Where human-race is gifted with a Masterpiece from Him

And all that we are called to do as on and up we trod

Is offer our best with what we have, from God to God

Janet Martin~ 

 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: 1 Cor.13:12

The Wonderful Wonder of Is

Pondering the word IS as I sweep, scrub, polish because it IS a lovely spring day for cleaning or whatever else one IS inclined to enjoy:)

Is lives twixt Was and Will

It does not let us see

Over the morrow’s garden-wall

But exists present-ly

Is does not reimburse

Yesterday once again

But always spills its moment-purse

With fresh-spun ilk to spend

Is, is all that we have

But oh, IS, is enough

For we live in the blessedness

Of this 'IS'; God IS love

© Janet Martin

…not, God was love or God will be love but God is love!

Not, the Lord will be near, or was near but …The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.  Ps.145:18

The LORD is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Ps.34:18

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Ps.46:1

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Ps.23:1

The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. Ps.28:7

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Cor.12:9

The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand. Ps.121:5

God is just: He will pay back trouble to those who trouble you. 2 Thess. 1:6

The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.  Ps.18:2

I am the LORD, and there is no other; apart from me there is no God. Isa. 45:5

...search the scriptures for many more IS-facts!

Wise

PAD Challenge Day 15: For today’s prompt, pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

We are those who follow after

Those who left within their wake

That which tuned their tears and laughter

Ere they slumbered in Past’s brake

Now it’s up to us to honor

And consider well the path

Where those who, without choice follow

And suffer the aftermath

© Janet Martin

That Season Twixt White-as-Snow and Green-as-Grass

We are in this season now,  spell-binding in its sweep of sod unbroken...
Earth a picture of Waiting

How stark and still the sweep of hill and rolling mead unbroken

A sterile sketch of Waiting etched on Nature’s steeped ahoy

Beneath the awning of time’s stabile dawning-dying token

Prelude and postlude blend like death and birth in strange alloy

How vast the sky where eons vie and draw the eye unbidden

To ponder heaven’s ocean mirroring Forevermore

The dark and light of day and night within its tide is driven

It ebbs and flows above us like a sea without a shore

How brief the interlude twixt white-as-snow and green-as-grass

Earth yields its subdued fallow to a Lordship preordained

As He imbues the furrow and the morrow; seasons pass

In pictures of submission and fruition unrestrained

How lithe the writhing hours plead and bleed with need and flowers

Our hope-dread intermingling like a landscape on the verge

Of what remains as grace sustains and unchains sun and showers

To break the bud as barrenness and benediction merge

© Janet Martin

To Moments We Have Left To Live

 Last night the sky went from one wow stage to the next...I was out from 7:30 to 8:30 watching the splendor of God's 'outer fringes' in full glory!

 In Jonna's tribute to Kara Tippetts she reminded us how Kara said "...what I have is Jesus. He has given me breath, and with it I pray I would live well and fade well. By degrees of doing both, living and dying, as I have moments left to live." 

Should that not be each of our desire, as we have moments left to live?

We do not know and none can tell

When we will bid Time’s chime farewell

Then we should strive our best to give

As we have moments left to live

How stilly ebbs the fading day

Over the west and far away

Matrix of mercy’s take-and-give

Of old to new moments to live

Pray we do not ill-treat the air

Drenched with our little Here to There

For none can tell how full the sieve

Of moments we have left to live

There is no rehearsal for this;

Life’s last and awesome farewell kiss

Then may we our full fervor give

To moments we have left to live

© Janet Martin