This Is No Game of Bluff

This is no joke

Time’s beck-and-call

That bids us trust in God

For all

This is no hoax

Man’s pray-and-plead

That God will satisfy

Our need

This is no game

Inhale, exhale

Toward that Gate where

Flesh will fail

This is no trick

Of time and space

This is Reality

Of God’s grace

This is no bluff

Of Stuff’s nonsense

This is Choice before

Recompense

This is no con

Though fools applaud

Those who dare turn their

Backs on God

This is no joke

God’s love, full, free

Is man’s salvation for

Eternity

© Janet Martin

For Poetic Bloomings 

and the Games People Play

Looking Lessons

If I have grown numb in time’s front row seat

To the beauty of hither and yon

If I have grown blind to the fine-flung sheet

That glows with the rose of dawn

...and shimmers with dew where hue of New

Is viewed as a common thing, old

And I do not see (right in front of me)

The free-fall that beckons ‘behold’

If I have grown cold to the gold of new day

And bold to the point of complaint

If somehow, surrounded by Mercy’s hooray

I miss wonder’s thundering paint

If, in my commitment toward what is not

I miss what is, but is growing dim

If I trample underfoot love-notes from God

Because I forget about Him

If I have become somewhat dull and immune

To the marvel of heaven-lent prize

Then, oh Lord, forgive and help me to re-tune

My heart to refocus my eyes

© Janet Martin

"Janet, Janet", he called in breathless wonder. "Look at this be-e-a-u-u-tiful flower!" and he held up a delicate white teeny-tiny star. Yes beautiful indeed!!

Momentous Moment

Time is a moment-ous occasion

We cannot move time backward

To reform what is Past

Each moment molding artwork

That soon is ever cast

We cannot undo hours

Their discourse set in stone

Like petals fall from flowers

The seed of deed is sown

Past, packed with acts of impulse

Where fact frames fantasy

Is ever at the birthplace

Of what is yet to be

Dawn drinks the dew from Newness

It unfolds buds where trust

Bears care's temporal witness

Ere this day drains to dust

...as Here and Now soft-opens

What soon new blooms estrange

Becoming in a moment

That which no one can change

© Janet Martin

Winner Takes All

Hate dresses up like a lover

Smiles, a disguise

Trying to cover

Lies, lies, lies

The physical attraction

When two liars meet

Can seem like the real thing

But when liars compete

…there is no winner

They are both beat

Playing the game of

Cheat, cheat, cheat

Is there any redemption

After The Fall?

Ah, yes, forgiveness

Trumps it all

© Janet Martin

For Poetic Bloomings 

and the Games People Play

Like Dominoes

Behind closed doors

Secrets are born

But then, when everybody knows

The house from which

Fond dreams are torn

Falls like dominoes

© Janet Martin

For Poetic Bloomings 

and the Games People Play