Midsummer Medley

The marsh is a palace

Of wild-fashioned grace

The ditch is a princess

Decked in Queen Ann’s Lace

The air is a-titter

With cricket-bird hymn

The orchard a-glitter

With fruit-jeweled limb

The world is a canvas

Unfurled in God-art

Each hour a flower

Lent straight from His heart

The sink’s full of dishes

And bubbles and such

The prayer full of wishes

Not ready for touch

The wind is a rover

It ripples the wheat

And tickles the clover

With fancy-free feet

The shade spreads a blanket

For picnics or books

The landscape is hungry

For long second looks

Wonder dazzles Duty

Oh, how the heart sings

Surprised by the beauty

Of everyday things

© Janet Martin

Moment-Medley

Today's Poetic Bloomings in-form challenge; The Quadrille

There is a mystic meter to life’s moments

As they run like glints of sand

Through Mercy’s Hand

To phantom lands

Of Done

Let’s

 Linger

Longer, Darling,

Mosey slower through

This day before the door

To Never More soft snuffs its gold to gray

© Janet Martin

Let's... 

Linger... 

Longer...

 Darling...

 Mosey slower...

 ...through this day,

 Before the door to Never More

soft-snuffs its gold

to gray.

Morning Medley

Morning splays its invitation

Mercy lays its daily feast

Like a lavish celebration

On the tables of the east

Morning spills a virgin freeway

To earth’s ills and hilly clime

Like a melody of mercy

To the fellow-mates of time

Newness overcomes the ages

Blueness blushes, gold and rose

Like a scepter filled with promise

Mercy wills hope for man’s woes

Morning wafts from lofts of heaven

Softly to earth’s hard-knock hurt

Like a present freely given

To peasant-princes of dirt

 

© Janet Martin

Ah, what a precious thought. No matter our status we are rich!

Our Father who is rich in mercy lavishes us with His love and grace.

Eph.2:4-10

But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ, even when we were dead in our trespasses. It is by grace you have been saved! And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages He might display the surpassing riches of His grace, 

demonstrated by His kindness to us in Christ Jesus.

For it is by grace you have been saved through faith, and this not from yourselves; it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance as our way of life.

Of Kindred Must

While many come to truck-tractor-pulls for noise and fumes,

my sister-in-law and I agreed we mostly come with our hubbies to watch people, 

and as we did it struck me how I hardly saw anyone alone, all with whoever they came with or met there!

Let’s not pretend we’re brave

‘cause oh, we know we’re not

Ability and what we have

Is but by grace of God

The facade that we wore

When we were younger then

Has thinned into the truth of yore

We all are ‘one of them’

Darling, pretense is vain

And the first-fruit of pride

Why won’t we just be honest then...

We have nothing to hide

For we all make mistakes

We all have much to learn

And none of us has what it takes

To walk this way alone

Let’s not pretend we’re brave

How sad to be a fraud

Because ‘we’ are all that we have

This, by the grace of God

Then, let's be the best 'we'

This is our greatest Must

A helping, loving family

Of common, kindred dust

© Janet Martin