Then, When Heaven is a River

 Not to us, LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.

Ps.115:1

When you come so fresh and

Beaming

From a place we cannot see

On a tide of moments

Streaming

Through our touch to history

It is easy to be

Humbled

By the goodness we embrace

Where, though often we have

Grumbled

God replies with patient Grace

When you draw from depths of

Kindness

That which justice would deny

When Good Morning ushers

Darkness

Softly from the stirring sky

Then, when heaven is a  

River

Pouring rubies to the air

We should bow and thank Time’s

Giver

For the blessing of His care

© Janet Martin

Of Time and Men...Farewell to April

Farewell, my love, until we meet

Again on some far, yonder street

Where we will greet each other then

With that kinship of time and men

…and we will sigh, and say, my, my

Or echo how ‘time sure does fly’

While you resume your vexing flaunt

Of shower, sun and snowy taunt

Come darling, ere the hour is spent

Hold me and hear my last lament

For I have much I long too tell

I am not ready for farewell

Still, I can almost hear the clock

Unbar the door that it will lock

Then kiss me soft, and kiss me slow

While I am learning to let go…

Janet~

I was racing against the clock but she locked April to the past before I could click 'publish!!

Hello, May:)

As I recall, you're a friendly sort

The kind that makes us smile

And forget that we ever wished

April would stay a while

Sunset After Showers

We wander where the fresh-washed world

Is softly being laid to rest

Beneath a velvet sky unfurled

In purple-pearl and coral vest

It is not hard to be content

As rush relents to solitude

Beneath the dimming firmament

Where common creature is subdued

The Hand that holds us unfolds gold

Then pours it on the skyline where

All that we can do is Behold

And marvel at dusk’s painted air

Here on the shore twixt light and dark

Of what was, touching what must be

Time seems a sort of bobbing bark

And we, small sailors on its sea

© Janet Martin

Cheery, Deary Daffodil

 They are beginning to bloom at last. 

I've been keeping my eye on a fence-line where someone planted these beaming beauties for no other reason but for others to enjoy! And we do. 

Thank-you, thoughtful gardener:)

Cheery, deary daffodil

Splashing laughter to the rill

Let your gleaming cauldron spill

Where we waited long

Through the bold and bitter cold

Through snow-white on buried gold

Through the blue of getting old

For your beaming throng

Sunny, honey-happy bloom

Spring is such a lovely room

As you lavish winter’s tomb

With your filigree

Yellow fellow rollicking

Where zephyr is frolicking

And the pauper is a king

Here among your spree

Pretty, flirty flower-bell

Bobbing in the wooded dell

Grinning, giddy like a girl

With a brand-new dress

Jolly, jaunty petal-frill

How we love you, daffodil

As you wander up the hill

Spilling happiness

© Janet Martin

Have you seen Monica's gorgeous photos of thousands of daffodils?

Hark, What Streams in Sacred Splendor?

Hark, what streams in sacred splendor

From yon cauldrons blue-gold-gray?

Hark, what do those harp-strings render?

Heaven’s love-song called Today

High above, in star-strung rafter

Dawn spreads out Time’s transient tent

Where Today is like the laughter

Of a flower swiftly spent

Then, walk slowly; holy purpose

Fills, then spills from Heaven’s tray   

Where God’s Mercy, pure and precious

Grants to us one more Today

© Janet Martin 

They shall eagerly utter the memory of Your abundant goodness And will shout joyfully of Your righteousness. The LORD is gracious and merciful; Slow to anger and great in loving-kindness. The LORD is good to all, And His mercies are over all His works.…Ps.145:7-9

 He made known His ways to Moses, His acts to the sons of Israel. The LORD is compassionate and gracious, Slow to anger and abounding in loving-kindness. He will not always strive with us, Nor will He keep His anger forever.…Ps.103:7-9

 The LORD is slow to anger and abundant in loving-kindness, forgiving iniquity and transgression; but He will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and the fourth generations.' "Pardon, I pray, the iniquity of this people according to the greatness of Your loving-kindness, just as You also have forgiven this people, from Egypt even until now."

Num.14:18-19

 You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you. Ps.86:5

But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. Ps.86:15