Keep Praying...For Diane (and all the rest of us too)

All I say is keep praying…

These were her words to us as we reminded her that we are thinking of her as she heads to yet another chemo treatment… and the journey is hard and long and riddled with discouragement.

Can you pray too?
(her hubby is Steve)

Keep praying though we cannot see

Its full harvest from bended knee

Or understand the thought of He

Who hears each humble-hearted plea

Keep praying; ours is not to know

But trust the Love whereby we go

And lay before his grace our needs

Then faithful Father intercedes

Keep praying, oh, and do not quit

Hope, healing, help, depends on it

We, earthy vessels can rely

On He who wrestles with our ‘why’

Keep praying; for since Adam's clan

Prayer spans the gulf twixt God and man

Where mustard-seed-sized faith can move

Mountains, according to God’s love

Keep praying; it is not in vain

Nor for man’s smallness to explain

The will of He who hears each call

And replies with His Best of All

Keep praying that our prayers would raise

Another foot-soldier who prays

Where moiling mobs seethe with despair

In a world lacking faith for prayer

© Janet Martin

Not for lack of time,
but for lack of faith
we do not pray
enough!

Don't know what to utter?

Don't know what to say?

Don't worry or stutter

just be still

...and pray 

But when you pray, go into your inner room, shut your door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. 

Matt.6:6 

  

The promises of God are for the children of God.

The promise of Salvation is to all who call on Him and believe. 

(from the above message)

...below, another of my favorite prayer-hymns. The words are awesome!

Ripe For the Picking...

For all that we discover

There is much we cannot tell

What waits beyond dawn’s sky-wide gates

And half-breath citadel

The future is a forum

That no one can approve

But drink the dew of daily-new

With these; faith, hope and love

Tick-tock, the sky clock whispers

With sun and rain and dark

Where, beneath it we lie, run, sit

Still dreamers all, at heart

Today is ripe for picking

What fills its harvest-field?

Ah, thought at best can simply guess

Then trust God for its yield

© Janet Martin

What a shake-in-our-shoes each new day would be 

It shoulders much uncertainty

But it comes from an omnipotent God who cares

and knows The Whole and hears our prayers 

 Psalm 119:151
You are near, O LORD, And all Your commandments are truth.

 Lamentations 3:57
You drew near when I called on You; You said, "Do not fear!"

Gotta run...lots o' 'littles' here today:)

See you later!

Today Again

Already we are moving toward the morn of the morrow

Night is a barge formed of starlight and dreams

We do not forage fantasy for sorrow

But are always looking for something better, it seems

Sometimes I see you when no one is looking

We are not older, love, only our clothes

Did you perchance think that I have forgotten?

…hearts cannot order what stays and what goes

Past that carmine-colored skyline, quite gaudy

Midnight is skulking and then closes in

Sometimes its nearness feels almost like a body

And almost I feel your far touch on my skin

Memory is heavy with drifting, my darling

You are not nearer now than you were then

Tomorrow never steps over dusk’s mooring

Midnight will change it to Today again

© Janet Martin

Afterglow...

It is nothing now

Like mist

Kissed by yellow sun

It was here

Then gone

And we are nearer

to the

Hollow-eyed, gaping

Windows

Waiting for winter

After the warmer hours

Brushed flowers

And pink laughter

On the cheeks

Of days and weeks

It is nothing now

But the pallid applause

Fading in the

Afterglow

Of a summer

That was

© Janet Martin

Thoughts While Pausing To Catch My Breath...

It writes a road-map on our skin

At night we might trace it with touch

And wonder at the cool chagrin

Of time’s insistent such-and-such

While we make plans and love and war

And pine for more than what we hold

But know we cannot jar the door

That bars us from yesterday's gold

And so we go from where we were

To where we are; half-glad, half vexed

The law of clockwork does not ere

Yet tells nothing of what is next

While we, with looking back surmise

That not much stays the same for long

And so we strain with hungry eyes

Toward the dawn of a new song

Because time’s fast-forward affair

Though it never alters its pace

Since first it sipped its draught of air

Can still surprise the human race

© Janet Martin