Thursday Thoughts on Life's Pain, Rain and What-nots...

Do not begrudge the hour, love

That tests us with its pain

Methinks oft-times the best of songs

Are written in life’s rain

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We cannot be the same again

When Death its sting imparts

For sorrow has no talisman

To heal our heart of hearts

Though time may render what it will

Death leaves a sacred hole

That no one else can ever fill

And tears alone console

(That’s the way it was last night as tears mingled in sympathy for parents who are laying to rest son # two. The first one died in a car-crash due to a heart-attack fourteen years ago, the second died instantly in the middle of a conversation, from an aneurysm)One son/brother remains.

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Do not blame God for this world’s hurt

The consequence of sin

We are the ones who mar this dirt

And scar its perfection

Do not blame God,

Again, again, He fills the morning sky

His wellspring of mercy and love

Still, still has not run dry

Do not blame God for the payoff

Of mankind’s selfishness

Instead, fall on your knees, my love

And all thy sins confess

Do not blame God, humanity

Is Need, long as he lives

Yet need grants opportunity

To seek the Hand that gives

Do not blame God; for it is He

Who holds our Hope in place

And offers for each mortal plea

His kind, unfailing grace

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We are modern-day pioneers

Time tenders to this broken sod

Unbrokenness of a new day

In mercy-autographs from God

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We pass this way but once

And then, when this way ends

We come to understand the Why

Of all that His way sends

We pass this way but once

Not to, but through the grave

Pity the one, then ignorant

Of God, mighty to save

We pass this way but once

Oh pray, while grace remains

That we prepare for the Beyond

That only soul attains

© Janet Martin

 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion
and the God of all comfort,
 who comforts us in all our troubles,
so that we can comfort those in any trouble
with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.…
2 Cor.1:3-4

Nature's Magnum Opus

Can you think of anything that tops the swell of the sound of rain ending a long, dry spell?

We are powerless to probe the place that holds these hymns of hope and grace!

...all we can do is wait, 

and wish with whispered faith.

 Poetic Bloomings Prompt: day 7. Summer Rain

The air is charged with large eighth-notes

They slip across soft, green-leafed Things

Composing velvet vibratos

With flower-bower and street-strings

Our posts of duty, toil commands

But now we duck beneath its rod

To patio and porch grandstands

To enjoy musicales from God

First high, then low, its ebb and flow

Tames dust-tempests and bathes the earth

My, my, how heaven’s concerto

Fills both nature and man with mirth

This Opus is a free-for-all

No price can buy the sky-refrain  

Of diamond-studded madrigals

Falling in songs of summer rain

© Janet Martin

Let It Rain

 Poetic Bloomings Prompt: day 7. Summer Rain

Let it rain while we abstain

From duty’s tireless ‘please’

The air is like a soft, silk train

Splish-splashing through the trees

Let it rain while we employ

The hour with oohs and ahs

There is such a simple joy

In nature’s applause

Let it rain. Let the breeze tease

The day with melodies

That pleases audiences. Yes.

 With dimple-dappled seas

Let it rain. Like fields of silver grain

Let heaven fall

As Earth lifts up Her leaf-sheaf mane

To catch it with Her shawl

© Janet Martin

Waiting For Rain

 Poetic Bloomings Prompt: day 7. Summer Rain

We wait. The weight of the sky weighs

In grays and ways of want

…for afternoon of silver haze

 To glaze each green-leaf haunt

Earth’s child is hungry for a chance

To chase the dancing feet

Of heaven’s happy fairy-bands

Tap-tapping down the street

...to see a sea of rivers run

Through bloom ballrooms, soft pink 

To cheer the absence of the sun

While thirsty gardens drink

© Janet Martin

Count your Miracles Today

“He is wooing you from the jaws of distress to a spacious place free from restriction, to the comfort of your table laden with choice food.  

Job 36:16

Count your miracles today

Feel them when you bow to pray

How a word whispered to God

Transports sky and sea and sod

To the very ear of He

Who is Immortality

Count your miracles, oh my

See how morning meets the eye

Melts the dark with crimson-gold

Arc of time caught in its hold

Where the feet of man and beast

Leap, lag, dance, north-south, west-east

Count your miracles, my love

Time is such a sacred trove

Hellos-farewells interlace

Overflowing with God’s grace

Happiness, heartache, death-birth

Keens the fathoms of the earth

Arms for hugging, lips for kiss 

Hands to hold and hearts to miss

Dreams to reach and dust to tread,

God beneath and overhead

Bids us sally forth and brave

This which leads us through the grave

Count your miracles, inhale

Every breath, a Holy Grail

Count your miracles, my dear

What we see-smell-taste-touch-hear

Oh, what wonders we will tell

Every day a miracle

© Janet Martin

Stumped when it comes to looking for your own miracles? 

Walt Whitman offers a few suggestions today at YDP.