Like A Fist-full of Flowers

We woke to something we have not seen in quite a while...a raindrop bejeweled world! Thank-you, thank-you Lord!

Life holds within its fists

Hard knock and soft caress

The hand of tick and tock untwists

Heartache and happiness

This small place where we climb

Whittles, with give and take

A more humble approach to time

And memories we make

We touch, but not for long

Each day that disappears

Its rise and fall, a subtle gong

Tolling with yester-years

Like a fist full of flow'rs

 Life's hours bud and bloom

Then fade into those phantom bow'rs

Of mem'ry's living-room

Thus, as the years go by

We learn, like scads before

To cherish moments as they fly

To Bygone’s nevermore

For none can see into

Tomorrow’s eidolon

Therefore Love bids us to value

Today, ere it is gone

© Janet Martin

Two birthday parties yesterday and as I looked around at all the beautiful time-kissed faces I was dearly smitten by love’s fine intermingling of intense sorrow and immense happiness!

Unspoken Understanding

Today's Poetic Bloomings Prompt:

Today,  I ask you to write a love poem. Not for your spouse or significant other. Not to your children or parents. Not to a lost love. I want you to write a love poem to your favorite character in literature. Or Television show or Movie. A variation of this… write the love poem to yourself as that character you admire! Even though the “love” will be unrequited, spill the passion. Write the love poem! (Don’t worry, no relationship will be harmed in the execution of this exercise!)

Yes, we understand each other

Kindred spirits, kept apart

By too many generations

Long lost lovers, heart to heart

They don’t make them like they used to

Your blue eyes can undo years

Until nothing seems between us

Then we dance; time disappears

When you waited in that meadow

Grief and passion inter-wound

I knew I’d love you forever

Farewell forced by moral ground

I won’t tell, and you can’t, darling

Come close, let me hold your hand

Soft, the seasons fall between us

Yet I know you understand

© Janet Martin

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