Invisible Impetus

Wow, what a lot of Common Task awaits my attention today.

Good thing there's more to it then mere scrub, dig, sweep, polish etc.

Here's to the Lamplighter of the soul!

It’s not so much

The thing we do,

The hard climb up,

The quick descent

Nor is it the

Heart-bits we rue

Scattered across

The way time went

It’s not so much

This have and hold,

The growing old

With push and shove

It’s not so much

What we enfold

As the impetus of it:

Love

© Janet Martin

PAD Challenge day 25: The final two-for-Tuesday prompt in April @Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge is always: 

Write a love poem. 

Write an anti-love poem

Trust's Sacred Prize

Sometimes the things we wish for

Make us wait and wait until

We learn the lesson God intended

…just to trust His will

Sometimes the things we long for

Stirs the heart to realize

The presence of One greater

Who bestows trust’s sacred prize

Sometimes the things we hope for

Are the hardest to release

But God so rich in mercy

If we trust Him, grants us peace

© Janet Martin

House of Faith or The Evidence of the Unseen

PAD Challenge 24: For today’s prompt, write a faith poem.

Belief is a Bastion, stable and sure

Love is the mortar that makes it secure

Hope is the framework of mortality

Faith is the footing that we cannot see

Without Belief, what crux anchors life’s goal?

Without love what merit sustains the soul?

Without hope this frame of folly will fall

Because without faith we have nothing at all

© Janet Martin

 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Heb.11:1

Last Look at Innocence

PAD Challenge day 23: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

I've learned not to sweat the 'small stuff'
like to-do lists
and wrinkles
for who can sway
the rubric of
 time's elemental twinkles

...and who can thwart the calm cavort
of moment-metered farthing
and who can stay the hand of day?
Not you nor I, my darling

Janet Martin

Dust-swirls...

 ...as I was contemplating the upright position from my cozy horizontal came the first lines of this poem;-)

Left foot forward then the right;

Thus the day becomes the night

Little sleep when day is done;

Soon night’s deep is full of sun

Little holding close, then oh;

Tender tug of letting go

Little sorrow, joy, peace, strife

Stirs the dust that fosters life

Little swivel on the sod

Is time's little gift from God

© Janet Martin

 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. 

What is your life? 

You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

James 4:14

Wishing you a wonder-filled worship-day!

 

The Tale of the Unhappy Mouse

PAD Challenge 22: For today’s prompt, write a fable poem. 

A fable is a story that conveys a moral, usually told with animal characters.

Once upon a time a mouse

Unhappy where he sat

Thought life would be much easier

If he could be a cat

So he put on a coat of fur

And yowled his best meow

But all that answered him was gr-r-r-r

Woof-woof and bow-wow-wow

Into his little hole he fled

“I wish to be a dog” he said

He wagged his tail and tried to yelp

And beg and shake a paw

The other dogs thought he cried ‘help!’

And yipped and woofed ‘hurrah’

From every corner of the earth

 (Oh, what a sight for eyes)

With sundry speed and breed and girth

Came dogs in every size

Oh no, wee mouse squeaked in despair

I wish I was a great big bear

Then all that I would do is eat

And grow so round and fat

No dog would dare to snare my treat

No sly, old pussy cat

And I, footloose and fancy free

Would loaf in the warm sun

Nothing to fright or worry me

Hey, say?! Was that a gun?

To be a big, black bear I shan’t

I’d like to be an elephant

The children would laugh with delight

To ride way, way up high

No other creature would be quite

As big and broad as I

...but wait; what runs beneath my feet
A mouse! my greatest fear
They are so small, they peek and squeak
And then they disappear
A mouse you say....how can that be?!
 My, but I'm proud to just be me