Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Part of a Work of Heart



We are all part of the 'music' of life...some instruments are played front and center,
others add the beautiful background music
(below, the window in the church that hosted The Scott Woods Band on Saturday night)
(Someone used their gift masterfully to create this window!)

It’s easy to get caught up in a ‘me’ mind-set and then
Forget that we are part of something bigger; fellowmen
A small piece in a picture that, if we all do our part
Will turn life’s mundane day-to-day into a work of art

The mind is like a powerhouse that parents schemes and dreams
And produces from its gamut what our heart esteems
Then what we thought was hid is not, for touch and taste reveals
The truth about the worlds we play on ivory-cast reels

Thought is the bud that unfolds deed; a weed or lovely bloom
It feeds on selfish greed or others’ needs; a shuttered room
That cannot, will not keep secret what fills its thoroughfare
For sooner or later action proves what was nurtured there

The more we think of others, oh, the less we dwell on ‘me’
We all are one among the masses of humanity
Fitted with expectation; not for self-important plan
But gifted with what God granted to bless our fellowman

It’s easy to get caught up in a ‘me’ mind-set and then
Forget that we are part of something bigger; fellowmen
A small piece in a picture that, if we all do our part
Will turn life’s common say-and-do into God's work of heart

© Janet Martin

On Saturday night we had the pleasure of being blessed by Scott Woods and band. Their gifts of music, tap-dancing and singing were appreciated by all, 
However,
Multiple-award winning Scott Woods and company do not perform simply for entertainment. 
The proceeds of his shows have raised over 2.5 million dollars to help fellowmen.
 Scott Woods travels world-wide. 
I am honored to have the poem In Search of Christmas Day as part of this year's Christmas-show.
Cd's can be purchased at  http://www.scottwoods.ca/

We were invited to take photos only and to please not record anything.Check out his website for 'toe-tapping-teasers'.

 below,... the end of a flip he did all-the-while fiddling
This guy can fiddle with a toilet plunger!
...or a clothing hanger and numerous other 'bows'

His mother (on the keyboard) still plays home-shows. 
She officially retired two years ago after more than fifty years with the band, started by her husband Merv. Scott's sister Kendra plays various instruments including accordion...
(below, Scott balanced on a barrel and rolled across the stage while playing) 

...on his back in the bridge position!
His youngest band members are talented musicians, singers and dancers...

Be sure to check out a show near you!

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Only By The Grace Of God





The weight of want and woe can forego hope and trust, oh my
The rush and push of love and life can drain the dream-well dry
Time’s have and hold of growing old unravels gold and gray
While we depend on God to defend us with grace Today

The colors of the season spill at will; we pause and gape
With wonder at the way a year falls prey to past’s landscape
Where the best we can hope for in the rise and set of sun
Is grace of God to grant us what we need to carry on

The world groans in the throes of unabated consequence
The sky like heaven’s rose unfolds mercy and imminence
And it is not too late to try once more to do the right
Where only grace of God can fully fit us for the fight

The clock’s tock-talk of moments melds those moments into years
Its walk of life rife with detours and setbacks, strife and fears
The juxtapose of past and future hinges to Now’s gates   
Where only by the grace of God the rod of justice waits

© Janet Martin




Monday, December 5, 2016

A More-Than-Christmas Prayer

 

A Wonderful Christmas Poem performed  by Johnny Cash. (we miss you, Johnny)




Teach us to make love more than a season we celebrate
Lord, let it be our way of life before it is too late
The hunger of this world is more than bellies lacking food
It wails for love; the kind that proves itself in humble good
The kind that gives and does not count its sacrifice as much
The kind that turns a blind eye to our glaring faults and such
The kind that stoops to help the one that flounders in life’s dirt
Instead of hurling stones and adding to their shame and hurt
Lord, teach us to be quiet when riot of words increase
So when this Christmas season passes; still, there will be peace
And help us recognize our fellowman as family
Let no one be a stranger when it comes to serving Thee
After this Christmas season, let the Love we celebrate
Be more than decoration that we pack into a crate
Amen

© Janet Martin


Wonder-world



"no more mud!" she announced 

Nature’s decorator
Tiptoed through the night
Leaving in each window-frame
Wonder-worlds of white

Without noisy fanfare
Nature’s nymph unfurled
Beneath wordless lisp and wisp
A white wonder-world

Now, where yester-morning
Earth was threadbare, brown
Every nook and crook is cloaked
In a snowy gown

Sing a song of seasons
Autumn flame grows dim
Nature tips from heaven
Winter’s wonder-hymn

© Janet Martin


The Wherewithal of Poetry





Sometimes your candour fills her thought
Yet will not set her longing free
Nor satisfy with twist and jot
The wherewithal of poetry

Your fluent undertow runs rife
With epic possibility
To paint the picture-scapes of life
And love in tongue of poetry

The poet craves the ink of you
To set to page pieces of heart
 To wage the wars of gold and blue
And capture want in works of art

But sometimes you evade her call
Without regard or sympathy
Ah word, the utter wherewithal
And paint-palette of poetry

© Janet Martin