Live in the Moment But...

PAD Challenge day 1. Write a 'foolish' poem. 

Live in the moment but do not forget

To prepare for the moments that have not happened yet!

(this reminds me, I need to stock up on candles after last week's three power-outage nights)

We do well to live in the moment

But are foolish to forget

The choice that takes but a moment to make

Is far from over yet

Wise is the one who considers

After the short-lived glee

Of instant gratification

What the end result will be

© Janet Martin

 The prudent sees danger and hides himself, 

but the simple go on and suffer for it. 

Prov.22:3

Not Cool to be a Fool

It's Back! April PAD Challenge; Day 1. Write a Foolish Poem.

First mistake,

We learn from it

Second same mistake,

Not cool

Third time ‘round,

There's no excuse

Fourth time…

One can’t help a fool

© Janet Martin

This Little Bit of Being...

 While I was sitting here for a little farewell to my beloved Red Maple,

Victoria and I decided we should turn it into a Giving Tree (not to make a boat and sail away in search of happiness) but to make a bench out of part of it...

(now we are trying to persuade the males of the household that a bench is more valuable than firewood;)

This little bit of being buffeted, rough-housed, slipshod

Is all part of the journey on our return trip to God

This decanter of laughter when Nature applauds spring’s hour

And pours into uplifted winter-weary cups a flow’r

…and lets us learn how lows and highs of Having’s albatross

Will multiply our sorrow with the bearing of its loss

…how we are never too old to learn something new, and oh

The joy and grief of love is something we never outgrow

And all the while through smile and slight, through frown and flight we find

This little bit of life is far too swiftly left behind

© Janet Martin

We, I think, have always felt a kinship to trees, such as depicted in this wonderful music video

The Poetry of 'Oh My'!

Sometimes I see a limb of tree etched on dusk’s scrim of sky

And all that I can think to say is this, ‘oh my, oh, my’

Sometimes when wonderment of World captures enraptured sigh

The eloquence of poetry is simply ‘my, oh my’

Sometimes I want for words to fully the soul stirred descry

But all that falls from inept lips is this, ‘oh my, oh my’

Sometimes when my ‘oh my’ falls short on earth’s courtyard of sod

I look up to the sky and sigh ‘I thank you, thank You, God’

© Janet Martin

We weather the farewell of March's mangy, drenched lion knowing his roar untethers blooms! 

Who But God

He alone is the Creator

Grace and glory’s glimpse unfurled

Never is, was, any greater

Than the Savior of this world

He is here, above in Zion

Son of man and King of Kings

A still Voice, a Lamb, a Lion

Who but God, is all these things?

He is Love, the sinner’s ransom

Greater than man’s greatest thought

Naught precedes, exceeds, succeeds Him

Who is greater than our God?

He transcends what we deem hopeless

Oh my God, how great Thou art

He prospers the poor in spirit

Sees the intent of the heart

Who but God defies all reason?

Who but God usurps man’s plan?

Who, but God is rich in mercy?

Who but God bridges death’s span?

He is More than we can fathom

He is Forever, Amen

Who, but God was before Adam?

Who, but God will come again?

© Janet Martin

Doesn't this truth cause you to weep and leap for joy?!

Inspired as I read this post 

Some songs about God's Greatness

How great is our God

Nobody Greater

Our God is Greater

Our God Reigns

How Great Thou Art

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Greater