Hush, the Blush of Day is Lighting...

Hush, the blush of day is lighting

Hill and dale and boulevard

Hush, the hand of God is writing

Mercy on time’s greeting card

Hush, dawn’s fleeting flower glimmers

With the newness of the sun

Hush, the bloom of it soon withers

And another day is done

Hush, the highway to Forever

Runs its river through the air

Hush, my love and thank life's Giver

For His faithful, loving care

© Janet Martin

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
Lam.3:22-23

Smorgasbord

Isn't it a gift?...to be able to devour the wonder of seasons set before us!

"Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Job 38:4

The land is a smorgasbord for the eye

A grand table spread out beneath the sky

How blue its dusk-hued shadows seep

How gold the folds of summer sweep

How still the rill and woodland sleep

Beneath white deep of winter’s lullaby

The hand of heaven prepares a fine feast

For hungry stares to gorge like starving beast

Yet we can never eat our fill

Of amber and plum misted hill

Where dawn’s decanters of air spill

In pale la crème and persimmon frothed east

The moon and stars splash silver to night’s girth

Like jewels on black-velvet bedded berth

How green the spring of morning sings

From founts imbued with flower-things

Each bud a rainbow-bell that rings

Then flings its pretty petals back to earth

The eye is like a mouth; it feeds on red

Of rose, on nature’s boundless color-spread

As dark and light of day and night

Snuff seasons with time’s appetite

Yet cannot strip awe from our sight

As God delights our gaze with daily bread

© Janet Martin

Last Rite of Passage

We do not need to justify

The ‘why’ of what we say or do

The finest ruse shaped to excuse

Is quite beside the point, tis true

…and it is worthless to explain

With well-laid pains the vain disguise

Of making sure that we procure

Good judgement in onlooker’s eyes

But we will pay more earnest heed

To need and greed that test our laud

If we prepare and are aware

That someday we answer to God

© Janet Martin

 Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed to the things which we have heard, 

lest at any time we should let them slip.

Heb.2:1

Love is a Bloom Becoming

Love is a lean-on-me learning

A living Giving grace

A rudiment where common cares

And heart-strings interlace

Love is a bloom Becoming

As blushing rose of youth

Begins to bear the weathered hand

That prunes with timeless truth

Love is a second-mile runner

It does not rule with fear

Or love becomes a landmine

And each step a trembling tear

Love is a heart that listens

Its touch-by-touch immersed

Not in the ploys of me-me-me

But choice of ‘others first’

Love is a letting-go lesson

That fills fingers uncurled

Not with the weight of ownership

But with love's whole new world

© Janet Martin

The Art of Heart-to-heart

 Sometimes our differences can keep life interesting...

At other times it is a serious business of learning humility!

This two way street of you and I

Learning how to meet eye to eye

While you prefer the things you do

And I don’t share your point of view

Can keep us relearning the art

Of hand-in-hand and heart-to-heart

But we dare not give up, for then

We choose the lesser way of men

But daily, by God’s grace commit

To make the very best of it

Lest we become bitter and sad

Numbed by the things we wish we had

Or merely learn to co-exist

Never full-loved, 

Full-held, 

Full-kissed

© Janet Martin

...and wives, may our love adapt these eyes