Away...

Let’s go away

I don’t care

Where

To taste the Sweet

Place of Us

There

Let’s go away

We’ll amble and

Roam

To taste the joy

Of coming

Home 

© Janet Martin

Dusk

When Daylight dips its brush into

A pot of gold and black and blue

And tips the jars of musk and dew

I think that heaven’s river drains

And lends to dusk a glimpse of When

We set aside this Stride and Yen

To see with eyes the Prize of Then

Where now imagination strains

When Daylight lowers a dark cape

To snuff the color from land’s scape

And mute the noise of joys that shape

The Corridors of Looking Back

I think that, though we cannot see

Somewhere a seraph-company

Soft-stills then spills things heavenly

To earth in angel-robes of black

When Daylight fades then disappears

Into the Place of Finished Years

With faces framed in smiles and tears

How easily the heart believes

In Heaven as it bends to touch

The dirt and hurt of hearts and such

Then kind-kisses with stars the Crutch

We lean upon on Bygone’s sheaves

© Janet Martin

(since our internet never works after a certain time of day, I've had to resign my sop(seat of pants) blogging to a different style, like posting dusk poems at dawn etc:)

Of Half-Masterpieces

Pen cannot full-capture

What thought’s spirit cries

With humble word-stature

Still, the poet tries

The cocoon of nature

Frees its butterflies

Words cannot paint Rapture

But the poet tries

With the will of warrior

Ink-shod fervor plies

Scaling heaven’s foothills

Reaching for its skies

…to unravel glimpses

With word-twist and curve

Awed half-masterpieces

Of the God we serve

© Janet Martin

I leaned out of the window as we drove down back-roads,

 straining to capture God-poetry too awesome for words…

 

 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1

Free To Choose

 My reluctant relationship with these guys (potato bugs;) is on-going because they will take over if I don't!

So, instead of focusing on them I look around to remind me why I garden...

If we dwell on the bad of it

The slip and stumble sad of it

And what we wish we had a bit

More of, then we would lose

The grace and glory glad of it

The bud and beauty rad of it

The laughing, leaping love of it

That we are free to choose

© Janet Martin

  

I have a few more 'glad' photos to add but the internet keeps disconnecting!!! and has slowed to a potato-bug crawl!!! (actually, slower than that)

Of Moments Together...

Our moments together tune a clock not shown to man

Thus we should love each other in the best ways that we can

For who can know the hour when the flower falls away?

And who can guarantee that we will not see death today?

Our moments together are a precious gift from God

Someday He will untether ties that bind this dust to sod

And who of us can know how, when or who the tug will draw

From this thin clutch of touch cradled within time’s sacred law

Our moments together pass oft, without second thought

Where lintels drip with laughter, hunger, anger, lessons taught

As soft, ever so softly seeps the lowering of dark

To nudge the Hand upon Time’s clock toward its final mark

© Janet Martin