Hymn...

Pasture trills in clover chorus

Sea-song washes over shores

Lark lilts over moorland high-lows

Spilling joy to rich and poor

Daybreak dances over gardens

Mist-morn murmurs over mead

And while we gaze through lace-arches

Willow-song wafts overhead

Madrigal of midday medley

Mingles with dusk's vesper-tide

Multitude of green-lay lingers

Soft on summer country-side

Carols of creation render

Glimpses of heaven to earth

Holy-hallelujah splendor

Swells as bud abounds with birth

...singing glory to their Maker

Love-songs tune leaf-petal-limb

To the One True God forever

Nature’s choir praises Him

© Janet Martin

Let's join them, shall we?:-)

 "I tell you," he replied, "if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out." Luke 19:40

Suave Abductor...

Then be gentle, suave abductor

As you steal a day, a year

For within your weightless ardor

All we hold will disappear

Tread breath-softly on my pillow

While your fingers rampant, rend

Fabric of midnight and willow-

Whispers on a noontide land

With your shapeless mist-morn mantle

You have swaddled centuries

Suave abductor, please be gentle

While we learn your certainties

For we are new to your habits

Surprised by your practiced ways

While you tease us and distract us

With life’s little every-days

© Janet Martin

'I can't believe how fast days fly, even when I'm working!; remarked Matthew (17) this morning as he headed out to his new full-time summer job on a dairy farm a few lane-ways away... I chuckled at his new discovery;-)

Grace Lingers...

God looked upon

Human race

He pitied us

And offered grace

Alpha and

Omega gave

His Son, Jesus

Mankind to save

Oh, pray for those

Not yet secure

Within the Rock

That will endure

For Grace lingers

Upon earth's shore

Where time’s swift river

Is a door

...but the grace

That saves us here

In death’s dark wave

Will disappear

Then pray for those

Not yet secure

Within the Rock

That will endure

© Janet Martin

There is none holy as the Lord: for there is none beside Thee: neither is there any rock like our God.

Talk no more so exceeding proudly: let not arrogancy come out of your mouth: for the Lord is a God of knowledge, and by Him our actions are weighed. The bows of mighty men are broken, and they  that stumbled are girded with strength. 1 Sam. 2: 2-4

Our Today...

 Hang out in Montana long enough and you just gotta go find yourself a river...

Where night poured its velvet river

Soft and pure it ebbed away

Into seas beaming with laughter

And Today

Big and small dreams skim the surface

Of what will be; who can say?

But to all the same God giveth

Us Today

Hope and holy honor trembles

Where spent hours fall away

Dawn’s bud births Time’s brand new petals

Called Today

Come, let us reason together

God giveth and takes away

He allows the sun and shadow

Of Today

It is He who fills the river

Of midnight that seeps away

Rendering twixt past and future

Our Today

© Janet Martin

After June...Is it July 2nd already?!

I wrote this poem earlier and now already it is afternoon!

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Already it isnd afternoon eddies into the blue of After Junernoon the Today after the day that was

A new and unpenned chapter waits for eventide’s applause

For soft the morn leaps forward until it is afternoon

And afternoon eddies into the bay of After June

No one can dam a moment or the journey of its will

It pours earth full of seasons as its hallelujahs spill

And one by one across the line that severs east from west

Time’s off-spring flows from bud to rose to twilight’s daily death

Ah, there is no returning from what is to what has been

The sweep of spring depleted cannot exchange gold for green

The well of youth is soon run dry though daily moments drench

Its wink with opportunity and thirst time cannot quench

This slipping drip of sky rouses both sorrow and delight

As we grasp at its bubble-sphere of morning holding night

For soft the morn bobs forward until it is afternoon

And afternoon wafts into past’s blue bayou; After June

© Janet Martin