Reflection....

 Don't forget about us: Irma's desperate Caribbean survivors

Along one side of the continent,hurricane and flood, on the other devastating forest fires

 To we, not suffering in these areas, much opportunity to help/pray for those doing hands on help!

As we love others

Along the way

Of humble, holy

Day-to-day

As we pay kind and

Earnest heed

To one-others

Common need

As we, with what

We say and do

Reflect a heart

Faithful and true

We testify

Through deed and word

The love we have

For you, oh Lord

© Janet Martin

Of Life

Hello:) 

Of Somber Remembrance

Of Tender Entrustment

Of Sacred Relinquishment

Of what none can rule

Of Humble Homage

Of Noble Knowledge

Of Wisdom’s College

Of Learn’s Lifelong School

Of Merciful Measure

Of Touchable Treasure

Of Bud-to-bloom pleasure

Of Raw Recompense

Of Smiles, free and jolly

Of Miles high and lowly

Of Moment-ous Holy  

Of Death’s Imminence

© Janet Martin

It began as a few 'of's jotted down as inspiration ideas...

Today I turned the 'of-list' into a single poem; Time not leaving me free to expand on the ideas SO

who knows, some of these lines may reappear down the way as poem titles or thought expanded:)

No Use Pretending...Summer Is Ending

With the cool, wet weather we’ve been ‘enjoying’ it comes as no surprise…summer is ending!

 The weather-page simply reminded us in case we are missing it;-)

Please be safe, dear Floridians!

 This week's rainstorms offered up some most unusual backdrop colors...

Summer is ending

No use in pretending

What once was tender and green is still so

August arrangements

Morph into estrangements

Darling, rich tress dons suggestions of snow

Pray, the Lord willing

With fall colors spilling

We will surrender summer’s lusty strains

Futile to tarry

And mourn moments merry

Darling, let’s make the most of what remains

Caramel glimmers

And tangerine shimmers

Flare on stares startled by bearings bereft

Of days much younger

And sunny and stronger

Darling, who knows where time goes; what is left?

Look in the mirror

Ah, truth is much clearer

When it confronts what was youth, face to face

Summer is ending

No use in pretending

It is July in September’s embrace

Darling, the hours

That filled and spilled flowers

Fades from the forefront; fall’s air wears blue-gray

Darling, each season

Is rife with kind reason

Let’s make the most of what soon slips away

© Janet Martin

so true, this quote from Charles Dickens...

"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own;

and from morning to night as from the cradle to the grave

it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy

that we can scarcely mark their progress."

Enjoying the joys of 'early autumn' such as Grandson:)

now 8 mos. old!

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens
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Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/charlesdic154061.html

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/charlesdic1

Of Everlasting No Return...

 A few of Yesterday's Everlasting No Returns....

  above; supper-salad from the glory-days of gardening:)

This place of leaves and grass and trees

That cups the steep of Time

Weathers both mortal piracy

And nature’s pantomime

It teaches ‘neath the elements

Of stars and moon and sun

The certainty of recompense

For Deed when it is done

Its plethora of choice invites

The voice of touch, not lips

Where aftermath of it incites

Present-day fellowships

Aha, the law of come and go

While souls are clad in skin

Insists upon both high and low

To gather harvest in

This place of sheaves on eve-tide’s slope

Of gardens gleaned and bare

Of fallow filled with faith and hope

And triumph and despair

Splays scenic ways to come to terms

With what none can escape

The everlasting no return

Of moments taking shape

© Janet Martin

Wishing you wonderful views of the mind 

when today's everlasting no-return is left behind!

Blessings~

Of Life's Lovelinesses...

A stunning sunrise...after last night's skies kept worshipers transfixed through moon-rise!

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1

The loveliness of living spills

Like Love’s caress through trouble’s ills

Its unmerited blessing fills

The humble heart with hope

And offers glimpses of a Prize

Reserved in heaven’s paradise

It ushers gladness to our sighs

Plants flowers on life’s ‘nope’

The loveliness of living pours

In morning-streams through far-flung doors

As mercy offers polished floors

That none before have trod

Where creature need and creature care

Will ever be a bond we share

To bind mankind in earnest prayer

And fix our faith on God

The loveliness of living cheers

This thoroughfare of seasoned tears

It tames time’s tempest, wild with fears

In frames of ‘peace, be still’

Earth thunders with a picture-show

Where wonder wakens worship, oh

To praise God’s grace whereby we go

Through woe and trouble’s ill

© Janet Martin