Before Fools in High Places Strayed...

 (had to think about this song as I jotted this poem...by God's tender mercy I have lived it!)

PAD challenge day 1: Write a 'foolish' poem.

At home, at school, at work they prayed

And pitied faithless frauds

Before fools in high places strayed

And worshiped lesser gods

Oh, once upon a Sunday morn

Churches were filled with praise

Of Holy, Holy before scorn

Of fools chose broader ways

A fool worships man’s lawless grants

Their gods, slack and uncouth

Deceived, hand-me-down ignorance

No longer knows the truth

But changeless God abides, His love

Lavishes human race

The fool replies ‘there is no god’

And God replies with grace

© Janet Martin

 The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." 

They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; 

there is no one who does good.

Ps.14:1

Scripture has much to say about fools,

And only a fool ignores it.

This is not harsh…

it is Truth.

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!