On Learning to Learn

 Do you sometimes wish you could make your children understand what as yet, they simply cannot?!

...until we remember our own journey of discovery and 'aha'.

We learn to learn, and so will they

For Father Time, patient and true

Without a word will have his say

For his ways do not change; we do

…and as we pass the Baton, we

See what our predecessors knew

Then with kinder humility

We learn to learn as they did too

 

…how running, makes us fall behind

But slowing, we gain ground…so strange  

As Father Time, patient and kind

Teaches how some things never change

...that in life’s dwindling wake-work-sleep

It kindles a holier reach

For Something that no one can keep

And only Father Time can teach

© Janet Martin

To Impending Farewells

Oh, let’s not think about the day

When you and I must say farewell

Darling, let’s concentrate on May

Where bud deploys spring’s canticle

…of purple-gold-blue-blushing bloom

Let’s weave (though grief demands its due)

Love’s sacred joy, before the tomb

Commands its prey from me or you

Let’s make the most of what we have

A subtle sweep of day to day

Before the destiny of grave

Severs the threads we hold today

© Janet Martin

Pondering Principle

I had begun another train of thought for today's poem until a sobering conversation with Matt about 'planned parenthood' derailed it for now...

When you verbalize, word for word, the graphic acts that 'planned parenthood' entails it is as vicious an act, as the most heinous terrorist could claim, and its to babies!

Jesus replied, "You are mistaken because you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God.

Matt.22:29

No truly humble and obedient person will say

"I want my own way"

When we reject the principle of love’s matrix that God ordained

When we embrace depravity of human nature unrestrained

When we no longer bear in mind how humankind to God will bow

How can we think that God should wink at sin and still bless us somehow?

When we no longer love God first and then our neighbor as our  self

When His Word, truly wise and good is disregarded for world’s pelf

When minds are dark with what they do not even know they do not know

How can we still, dead to God’s will, shake fists at He who loves us so?

How, in a world so vile and churlish to humble obedience

Can we expect, (if we reject Jesus) mercy’s deliverance?

Then there can be no better days ahead if we have turned away

From He whose perfect Word abides and praise Him, has the final say

© Janet Martin

  

 Sober up as you ought, and stop sinning; 

for some of you are ignorant of God.

 I say this to your shame.

1 Cor.15:34

"They bend their tongue like their bow; 

Lies and not truth prevail in the land; 

For they proceed from evil to evil, 

And they do not know Me," declares the LORD.

Jer.9:3

 

May, Fairest of All Art Thou

May, fairest of all art thou

Thou that wearest leafling lace

Thou that warms the hungry face

And caresses nature’s brow

May, most lovely to behold

Merchants cannot own thy Best

But stand awestruck like the rest

As thy first green spills in gold

May, the hope of human heart

Blossoms dot thy flawless gown

Lilac-whispers weave thy crown

Earth, thy gallery of art

Thy tray heaped with hip-hooray

Thy day like a dream come true

Thy eyes like a lake of blue

Thou, the fairest of all, May

© Janet Martin

Okay readers from rural Ontario... so this poem is a bit of a coax to the May we know is out there!
We get a little glimpse then the temps nose-dive again so put a log on the fire and dream;-)

  

In This Live-Like-There's-No-Tomorrow Chase...

 Caress the common finesse of Today...

‘Neath secret sorrows hope forges faith’s seed

We learn to wait while bud-gates bar bloom-burst

Teaching that reaching is oft head-bowed need

…how things worth having we must wait for first

For it is things we wait for that will mold

Hearts filled with gratitude for all we hold

Life’s struggle-trouble tug-of-heart and soul

Its live-like-there-is-no-tomorrow chase

Surprises us with laughter-tears that roll

To wash the worry-lines from downcast face

Do not despair; the care that brings us low

Keeps us mindful of, by Whose grace we go

Revere the tenure of time’s tick-tock spree

Caress the common finesse of today

Now fills the matrix that forms memory

Its hello-farewell, a swift, seamless splay

Beneath life’s joy and sorrow-plaited lope

We learn to turn its wait-and-see to hope

© Janet Martin