A Summer Saturday Morning Song

How green the landscape lies

How blue its new-day skies

How gold the honeyed sighs

Where sun-kissed morning brims

How plush the blush of bloom

How lush, earth’s living room

How heavenly the loom

Of summer-colored hymns

How thrilled with awe are we
How stilled, anxiety
How filled with gaiety
Is summer's earth again
How humbly glad we raise
Hearts filled with songs of praise
To the Lord of our days
Forevermore,
Amen

© Janet Martin

Wishing you a week-end of summer-colored hymns!

To God be the glory. 

(Lawn-lushness is struggling due to lack of rain)

Of Time's Employ

The toil of life can wear us thin

Its strife can vex the bravest grin

It draws its laws across our skin

And no one is immune

The cares of life oppress this dust

The prayers of life address our trust

We bear love’s dares because we must

Both December and June

The wants of life, the taunts of life

The hi-way, bye-way, my-way strife

Is like a subtle carving knife

That whittles days with ease

The child into a woman, man

The mother, startled by the span

Of tick and tock does all she can

To make sweet memories

The dirt of it, the hurt of it

The run-walk-crawl, stand tall, ah, sit

In time’s grand scheme is but a flit

Before the by and by

The boy-oh-boy, the joy-oh-joy

The hidey-ho of dawn’s ahoy

Become the echoes we employ

When Twilight fills the sky

© Janet Martin

Monica is sharing some wonderful glimpses of her 'Time's employ' here.

A Little-Life Reminder

If we are blessed with people to love then life is busy...thank God for it!

Let's NEVER be too busy to miss life or God.

Below, a glimpse of the last 24 hrs. of beautiful busyness! 

Highlights;Victoria's last day of Grade nine.

The deck is finally stained!

The bags of dried beans I got a while ago are cooked and cooling!
...oh, and yummy cinnamon buns.  ( I hope to share that recipe soon. it's quick and easy!)

I could go on but I won't bore you with how the coffee maker died(A serious OH-NO) in this house,

but the hardware store 2 min. up the road opens at 7:00 a.m yay!!!

The tea I set beside my bed last night to cool is.... well...well-cooled:) 

... I woke up with my face tucked between the pages of Nehemiah.

Take the time to make the time

To live with hope and cheer

To tell someone you love them,

Take the time to hold them near

Toil and spoil thereof, my love

Will always clamor, oh,

The road to graves is paved with slaves

To this worlds wants and woe

Then make the time to take the time

To slow your feet, kneel, pray

Thank the Lord above

For His kind love to lead the way

...and pause to praise his handiwork

And gaze with humble awe

At evidences of His presence

Tuning Time’s tried law

 …and never be too taken here

With Worry’s endless strife

Because the time we take, my dear

Is what will make our life

© Janet Martin

Time's Celebration

The fattest and most scrumptious of all flowers, a rare fusion of fluff and majesty, the peony is now coming into bloom.
–Henry Mitchell, American writer (1923-93)

Like children, young peonies take time to develop. They usually need a few years to establish themselves, bloom, and grow.

Peonies thrive on benign neglect. Unlike most perennials, they don’t need to be dug and divided.

June is like a festival
Honoring each hour
Pink parades of peony,
Purple wild-phlox bow'r


Buttercups and cowslip-seas
White anemone stars
Scatter summer's luxuries
From heaven-held jars


Daisy-dells ,musk-mallow bells
Fields of clover-swoon
Nature's invitation to
Time's celebration
June

Janet~

Our peony-season was cut short by scorching winds:(

Bravo!

How seasons change

They rearrange

Our window-scapes

…a picture show

Of rain and rose

Good-byes, hellos

Of holding close

And letting go

A soft, slow dance

Life’s strange romance

Its Casanova

Dressed as days

While, all the while

We try to smile

And brave the wave

Of grown-up days

© Janet Martin  

I try not to let it bother me...

the fading green,

where gold seeps in

 ...the subtle sweep

of summer caught

in curtains blue

and vapor-thin

Hope For All...In-form Wednesday at Poetic Bloomings

Today's form is the Pathya Vat...The Pathya Vat is a Cambodian verse form, consisting of four lines of four syllables each, where lines two and three rhyme. When a poem consists of more than one stanza, the last line of the previous stanza rhymes with the second and third lines of the following one.

The day is young

And so, its hope

Whereby we cope

…God in control

Press onward then

Toward the goal

Where only soul

Can access Heav’n

We, sinners all

Can be forgiv’n

The Lord is ris’n

His death bought life

Press onward then

Time’s joy and strife

Runs raw and rife

Until we die

This day is young

And you and I

Beneath its sky

Are not alone

Rejoice in this;

Love’s gift of grace

A resting place

Where fear would reign

Press onward then

Through grief and pain

Toward the gain

Eye cannot see

The love of God

Abides, full-free

Eternity

Waits to explain

© Janet Martin