Beyond The Bloom

 Life; Time's constant change of plans...

The flower of new day unfolds

From bowers high above

Its imminence of gray and gold

Soon fills time’s treasure trove

One hour adheres to the next

Its subtle sequence spans

The distance, where what one expects

Oft turns to change of plans

This pith of sand on which we stand

With each sunrise and set

Is siphoned from and to the hand

That lends life’s little ‘Let’

He mesmerizes eyes with pink

As morning, like a sea

Washes across an awesome brink

Hinged to eternity

Where we, all pioneers of time

Learn to embrace, not clutch

This moment-metered pantomime

That wizens our touch

The bloom of new day breaks dawn’s bud

Its ephemeral rose

Draws forevermore nearer, love

With every curtain-close

© Janet Martin

Mercy-tide

 God's 'Good-morning' to us is uttered where all who look will hear...

The deft brush of darkness that deepened its blue

And feathered familiar vistas from view

Frees from yonder fathoms faint first-fruits of age

Etches trees in raven sketch on pastel page

The easel that eases evening from the air

And teases the tempest of color from stare

Bestows, from a palette hinged to heaven’s berth

A rose, gold and violet unveiling of earth

The fire that dimmed in embers on the west

Rekindles the east-facing scrim with hope’s zest

Where worship and wonder and want-wizened gaze

Adheres to the Mercy that meters man’s days

© Janet Martin

 Praise ye the LORD. 

O give thanks unto the LORD; 

for he is good: 

for his mercy endureth for ever.

Psalm 106:1

Of Frameworks and Foundation

The frame of mind whereon we build is filled with sundry thought

Of grit and grin, of faith and fear, of friendliness, or not

And from that thought that seems so small and hid evolves its sum

The words we say, the deeds we do, the person we become

The frame of mind houses much more than we may deem, at first

Where darling dream and secret scheme and hope unseen are nursed

Before the door to choice and voice and touch-taste swings ajar

To unveil, what begins with thought, the person that we are

The frame of mind can define truth or blind us to ourselves

It holds the molds of say and do upon its thought-cast shelves

Where we are the disciples of its seemingly veiled bid

As who we are is proven by what cannot remain hid

The frame of mind is anchored in the heart where deeds and words

Are mentored by the measure of the treasure that it hoards

The Origin of human being, being God-designed

Authors the bedrock of each heart that holds each frame of mind

© Janet Martin

 A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth that which is good; 

and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth that which is evil: 

for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.

Luke 6:45

Until Want Is Filled

 I know I've shared this song before but its worth a second listen:)

If you want to be filled with awe and admonition, page through the Psalms and count how many chapters begin with the reminder to us to sing and praise God!

When wish leaves love’s laughter spent

It is time to be content

Wishing drains the heart of hymn

Wastes the hour waned of vim

When we mistake want for need

And the voice of envy heed

We will miss Blessing’s buffet

Blinded by want’s wishing way

When the happiness we crave

Seems lacking in what we have

We should look with longer glance

Until want is stilled

And filled with humble thanks

© Janet Martin

Inspired, in part by this;
Contentment is Knowing the Difference...