Ways of Days

Trees shed glass leaves and wait for green of spring.

The ways of moments toss

Their fortunes to the air

Futility mourns for the loss

Of days no longer there

The bitter and the sweet

Compete then coalesce

The silent sorrow of defeat

Mingles with happiness

There is no going back

To retrace Bygone’s path

We search for what we love or lack

Here, in its aftermath

…as ways of moments spill

Fresh opportunity

Into the air where want and will

Turn it to memory

© Janet Martin

Today's moments plan to include the laying to rest of hubby's Aunt Verna. 

The Lord has taken her out of her suffering at last!

 

We are not living in the Day of Judgement

We are living in the days of grace.

Lord, pray that we repent, recieve

Thy gift before it is too late!

For The Sake of Thorn and Rose, Poetry and Prose...

 

Why and How We Are Able...

Could we, without a God of grace

Be brave enough to face the foe

Or bear to drink life’s cup of woe

Or surrender when God says ‘no’?

Could we without a God of hope

Dare to embark on a new day

Where none but He can see the way

And we could not know what to pray?

 

Could we, without a God of love

Suffer life’s sorrows or its joy?

Or teach the tender girl or boy?

Or trust in what none can destroy?

Could we without a God of life

Begin to live or breathe at all?

How would we rise after we fall?

Or time be more than death’s dread pall?

Could we know grace, hope, love below

Without this One true God? No, no!

© Janet Martin

No Feckless Freefall...

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 139:16
Your eyes saw my unformed body; 

all the days ordained for me were written in your book 

before one of them came to be.

...and Pray

 Thomas said to him, "My Lord and my God!"

John 20:28

Lest 

we  be

-come

A vic

-tim of 

Despair 

or doubt,

Anger 

or pride

We should look long...  With eyes closed on

The life we have...  Through He who died

And oft 

upon

Time’s 

sacred 

way, we

should 

bow 

down

And 

pray

And 

Pray

© Janet Martin

Ancient Revelation...

 Some days we struggle to accept the New View...

What has been is what will be,
    and what has been done is what will be done,
    and there is nothing new under the sun.

Eccles. 1:9

It is nothing new

This rise and shine

And toil and weep

And grin and share it

With the rest

Before we lay us

Down to sleep

And it is nothing new, the test

That tries the Thing

We thought we knew

Then realize

With humble sighs

And eyes, the wiser

For the view

Soft-rearranged

And changed because

The hand of time

Is never still

Where nothing new

Stuns me and you

With arguments

Of want and will

Because we are

Prone to the laws

Of human nature’s

Ancient ways

Where nothing new returns

Save gauze that

Holds the gift

Of a new day

© Janet Martin

 

another beautiful version of this song here