Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Yes, Lets








 What are your 'Let's' of the day...
I'm trying to think of ways to add some 'glitter' to lines like
Let's do laundry, let's tidy up. 
'Let's make muffins' always has a nice ring to it because it goes with words like
'let's take a break' or 'let's have tea' :)

Splendor of time’s clime unbroken
Lends its ‘Let’ like thread unspun
Soon, soon it will be a token
Of words spoken and deeds done

Let’s honor its ‘let’ with gladness
Let’s be honest, eager, kind
Let’s comfort the sick, the sad, yes
Let’s live with others in mind

Let’s do lunch, let’s dance; let’s laugh, love
Let’s let morrow’s measure sit
Today’s ‘Let’ is quite enough, love
To keep us busy with it

Let’s make muffins, let’s make music,
Let’s make memories to hold
Let’s look longer at life’s rubric
Running rife with moment-gold

Time unfolds fresh untrained tendrils
Like a flower, like a child
Let’s be careful, let’s be gentle
Lest the ‘Let’ of it runs wild

© Janet Martin

 Let us not become weary in doing good, 
for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. 
Gal. 6:9

In Jesus Name I Pray...



 It's been a while since I posted my favorite  'prayer-song'...

and below, a little prayer to an Almighty God

Lord, bless life’s common busyness
And help us keep in mind
Thy eye of grace and righteousness
That tends all humankind

Lord, keep us from doubt’s dark despair
Let sin be our great fear
And love be our greatest care
Knowing You see and hear

Lord, when we cannot understand
The way that you deem fit
Still, with faith help us hold your Hand
You know the whole of it

Each prayer we pray, each word we say
Lord, help us keep in mind
Hope’s Reason, when this day to day
Of life is left behind

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Potentiality



Lisp of winter slips; silk-glitter grips the barren tree
Brings the hour full of flow’r potentiality

Nothing is nothing, my darling; though it may seem so
Even nothing turns to Something where all seasons go

Wish away the way of wishes; what are they, my dears
But the utterance of potentiality’s tears

Years wash through skylines; green-silver-gold-bronze-cold, they fade
Planning, planting, pruning, picking, plucking plies its trade

Hard to understand, my darling, where we have not stood
Fingers cannot always clutch the crux of greater good

Faith must trust;  potentiality’s gaze transfixed where
Hope and hunger band together to find what is there

Potentiality, darling, fills then spills its bit
With the grin-groan-grit and glory of life-stories writ

© Janet Martin


Beautiful Yesterdays





Beautiful yesterday
Begins with today
And what we make of what
Soon wisp-whispers away

The mind’s mechanism
Seems to master strange ways
Of turning the common
To beautiful yesterdays

How is it we remember
Yet oh, so forget
In fulfillment, the hunger
Of holes in life’s Let

Where, what runs through moments
Spins, for thought’s soft gaze
A gauzy estrangement
Of beautiful yesterdays

© Janet Martin

"The reason we have 'good, old days', my dad would say when his daughters were caught up in romanticism of bygone eras, "is because of our ability to forget the bad in them."