Heaven-hued

 Today's Poetic Bloomings form challenge is called a Bussokusekika.

  It is a Japanese poetic form that follows the rules of tanka, except there are six lines with three seven syllable lines that end the poem for a 5-7-5-7-7-7 syllable count.

 

Dawn, September-hued

Hints at heaven-mirrored sweeps

Streets paved with charred gold

Beneath velvet folds of mist

Earth, a table harvest-heaped

Man, a monger mercy-kissed

Grappling with Hope’s ling’ring Weight/Wait

© Janet Martin

For all the glorious joy September holds 

it cannot completely fill That Place which waits/weights for Heaven.

...while it grants golden glimpses!

The Way We Go...

One foot and then

The other oh,

We weave with them

The way we go

Sunrises, sets

Melds each hello

With farewell’s

Fading afterglow

Dreamer-plans clash

With circumstance

Where where-we-go

Weaves new dreamlands

We learn, we teach

We reach, we bow

In the gamut

Of learning how

…to hold on tight

And let go soft

Yet carry with us

What we lost

One foot and then

The other, where

We leave behind

The way we were

© Janet Martin

Dear Teacher...

 All over Canada, yellow buses dot back-to-school town and countryside...

What a high vocation

Of inestimable reach

A room full of children

And you, there to teach

Dear teacher, be careful

With each mind you mold

For children learn far more

Than just what they’re told

Each child, like a flower

Cradled in bud-loom

Where you hold the power

To probe it to bloom

Dear teacher, be gracious

With your teacher-looks

For they read your faces

Sometimes better than books

Dear teacher, we thank you

For helping them learn

Though you seldom witness

Your labor’s return

…in this high vocation

Of inestimable reach

A room full of children

And you, there to teach

© Janet Martin

Let's pray for our teachers diligently

as they meet new children and new challenges

of a new school-year!

My heart goes out to teachers...
esp. new ones unprepared for child/crowd-control issues that
really cut into quality teaching-time! 

Labour of Love...Happy Labour Day!

Lord, bless the hope of our labour

In all that we say or do

May it prove love for our neighbour

And above all, love for You

Lord, bless the fruit of our labour

By this, your greatest command

To love You first, then our neighbour

Thus grows a flourishing land

Lord, bless the heart of our labour

Let us not forget your Son

Lest in vain we seek Thy favor

In pagan wasteland undone

© Janet Martin