Saturday, November 21, 2015

If We Could See...




Pigs are not patient creatures. When they want something they squeal, loudly! 
As the rush of Christmas season begins, let's treat each other not only with treats and sweets but with human-kindness, 'kay? 


If we could see beneath the skin
That veils the grail cradled within
If we could see we would begin
To understand and realize
How very much alike we are
For want and need, though oft they spar
Are common ground of human heart
That spills in tears, in smiles and sighs

Ah, we would not be strangers then
As we purvey the plight of men
For we are born brothers with yen
To love and to be loved
And we all want a hand to hold
Home-fires when the night is cold
Hope to cling to as we grow old
And to be understood

If we could see beyond the sigh
That slips into Time’s kindred sky
Then we would find that you and I
Are commonly designed
...and in each heart of humanness
Trembles the want for happiness
Thus we should seek with humbleness
To be patient and kind

© Janet Martin

Yesterday, at every single stop I made while running errands, it seemed to require an added amount of patience, to simply stand and wait...and wait while check-out problems were sorted out, while the cashier waited and waited for someone to help him/ her...
 The busy Christmas season approaches. Let's remember to be patient and kind 'cause NOBODY likes to be snapped at.


Friday, November 20, 2015

Live-Love-Celebrate



It was one of those hit-the-shoulder-for-a-quick-photo days... 
a heart-full-o'-wonder and glory-hallelujah praise.

We are more than mouths gaping while shaping stuttered praise
We are ageless souls clad in the flesh of numbered days

We are more than hold-let-go, yes-no and maybe-so
We are Why Christ came to die and by His grace we go

We are more than skin-bone plunder, want-wish-wonder-wait
We are God’s beloved children; live-love-celebrate

© Janet Martin

Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—John 1:12

So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, Gal.3:26

For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. Rom.8:14

The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children. Rom.8:16



Mostly I'm Amazed...





Mostly I am amazed the most at things that never change
The way time flies; how soon dawn’s ghost sails through the dark again
How quick time’s truth afflicts fair youth; how subtle it instills
Within the heart of middle-age, its sage clashing of wills

Mostly I am amazed at how days gather up the years
How it seems we barely begin the Thing that disappears
Ah, little wonder that we plunder with sea-legs to shore
Only to turn and gaze star-yonder at what is no more

Mostly I am amazed at time’s intricate wheedle-work
Soft-winnowing the air of stitches for its needle-jerk
Ouch, oh, I didn’t quite expect to be amazed so soon
At what was new this morning and now sleeps beneath the moon

Mostly I am amazed at age-old ways Time chases girls
How soon mothers fondle small shoes and ribbons for their curls
There is no turning back; so we proceed forward half-dazed
Mostly by things that never change yet leave us full-amazed

© Janet Martin

Last night someone mentioned to me about 'all of the time that has passed'
...we said 'take care' stepped apart to let the crowd through and five years vanished.

At my son's hockey game I saw someone I knew a long time ago and the moment I thought  It about him I knew he was thinking It about me;-))
Today I saw a friend from years ago when our girls were pre-schoolers and we reminisced, marveling at the wink of years...re-amazed at Time's age-old ways.

Friday Fall-Dusk Doggerel





Half-moon hangs high in time’s five o’ clock heaven
Blue noon wanes, drains its sky-pitcher of gold
Blush hush descends and befriends estranged meadows
God tips decanters, rose rivers unfold

Laughter threads rafters; happy hearts head homeward
Ho-hum-de-dum, one more week in Time’s book
Daylight and darkness dance, death’s tender tango
Snuffs beaming skies and laugh-lines in the brook

Deeper and deeper night’s sea-shadow surges
Over yon verges fond dusk-dirges weep
Gathering into the slumber of ages
Night's newborn sages of Bygone to keep

Half-moon hangs high beneath sky-studded diamonds
Rush-hour red and gold threads the freeway
Blush hush dissolves as day falls to oblivion
All the worlds’ colors are ebony-gray

© Janet Martin

Mercy Replies



 These pics only capture a whim of this morning's sunrise in full glory...
God has grand ways of getting our attention!

Touched by a light that hath no name
A glory never sung
Aloft on sky and mountain wall
Are God's great pictures hung...

Excerpt from John Greenleaf Whittier's poem Sunset on the Bear Camp


Dawn splays a backdrop of splendor to moments
Above time’s torment Faithfulness appears
As long as earth remains there will be morning,
Mercy renewed in the flight of night’s spheres

Star-seas unravel; we marvel as darkness
Beneath the gavel of grace yields its might
Love pours through eons in infinite pardon
Choirs of laughter rend dungeons with Light

Uplifted faces glimpse traces of Heaven
Ah, what is man that we should Thus behold?
Morning replies with skies utterly riven
Mercy replies with eyes poured full of gold

Dawn splays a backdrop of awe to earth’s stages
Where man fills ages with struggle-and-cope
Volume on volume of God-Mercy wages  
On our behalf threading pages with hope

© Janet Martin

Thursday, November 19, 2015

A Poet's Thank-you~



Thank-you for the pictures that will never leave thought's whispers
Thank-you for the smile that stirs the heart in spite of years
Thank-you for the vow that once-upon-a-time you made me
Thank-you for the poetry that has no words...but tears

Thank-you for the memories and all the inspiration 
Thank-you for a paradise that never disappears
Thank-you for the labyrinth of laughter and vexation
Thank-you for the poetry that spills its verse... in tears

Thank-you for the place that nothing can erase, save dying
Thank-you for the invitation to brave private fears
Thank-you for the answers to the heart-prayers I've been crying
Thank-you for the poetry that found its way...through tears

Janet~