Blue and I

Blue is the colour between violet and green 

on the optical spectrum of visible light. Wikipedia

Yay! It's wikem-time. Thank-you Sasha!

I drove her away from country hills robed in virgin green, dappled with violets beneath an endless sweep of blue

to her concrete vista of highrises, buses, people
and daydreams waiting to come true...

I miss you

With all the colors

In the world

Blue.

Sometimes I wonder

If you

Miss me that way

Too

Letting go

Is hard

But holding on

Is harder

And just between

You and me

Blue

Is my favorite color

You grab your backpack

Wave, I smile

We brave farewell with 

'I'll call'

You turn toward the bus-stop

I forgot

You were so 

Small

Then, I miss you

Like the first time

I let go

Of you

While a world full of color 

blurs

Into one big drop of

Blue

  

© Janet Martin

Elixir of Hope

Dreams nourish hope

I hope we never lose

The will to feel the thrill of

All those untouched rendezvous

To be bereft of dreams

Is to die while we live

While others laugh and drink the hope

That only dreams can give

So dream a little dream

And pray a little prayer

Inhale the glorious elixir
Of dream-hope-polished air

© Janet Martin

The thing that struck me most after reading Ann’s post the other day is trying to grasp living without hope of something better here…unless we bring it to them!  

God, be with the people there on the ground. Protect them and be their strength and shield!

 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

Surreal Appeal

The morning sun begins the run

Of what will soon be left behind

As moments drip to fingertips

Strumming the harp-strings of the mind

The burden of discouragement

Melds with the gentle buoying

Of moments as the Is-to-Was

Does not idle on blue mooring

…but draws the eye to my, oh, my

How soon today is yesterday

Its moments sealed upon thought’s reel

In surreal blips of gold and gray

Time does not take a break, but wakes

Us to the tug-of-warring grind

Where moments flow in hold-let-go

To pen the music of the mind

© Janet Martin

Sometimes, as the music of the mind revives an 'oldie'

it feels surreal, as if it never was...

Shock and Awe Combat

Let's shock and awe

Armed, not with bombs and guns

But with

'the greatest of these'

Love

Let's stun hate

with the one thing Greater

Because hate comes from the created

but love

from the Creator

Janet

The greatest of these is Love. 1 Cor. 13:13

Have You seen This?! Miracle Happening!

(Doesn't that look like a heart in the sky:)

 HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?!

(click link)

When the love the Lord imparts

Moves to hands and feet from hearts

Miracles happen

When the prayers we pray are wept

Poured in humble, pure request

Miracles happen

© Janet Martin

 Caring isn’t a Christian’s sideline hobby. Caring is a Christian’s complete career. Ann V.

Whether you prayed, gave, are praying and giving...thank-you for being part of the miracle!

In as much as you are doing it to the least of these you are doing it to me. Jesus

Happiness of May

The hill that long wore brown and sage

And shrouds of winter-cold

Is clothed in vernal accolades

And dandelion-gold

...and where the world was tightly curled

In a cocoon, pearl-white

A lovely color-throng unfurls

Legions winged with delight

The field that waited while the clock

Tick-tocked from fall to spring

Becomes a wonderland unlock

-ing gifts fit for a king

The back-road barred by ice and snow

Is now a thoroughfare

Of pretty maids all in a row

With blossoms in their hair

...where every orchard bower-tress

That long wore scraggly gray

Is ravished with a flower-dress

And happiness of May

© Janet Martin

The back-road barred by ice and snow

Is now a thoroughfare

Of pretty maids all in a row

With blossoms in their hair