Where Majesty Prevails (what a Wonder-full way to start a new week!)

 The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, 

For His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning; 

Great is Your faithfulness. 

"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, 

"Therefore I have hope in Him."…

Lam.3:22-24 

(sometimes it is highly-intimidating to try to put words after such Holy Works, but it is intended purely as out-pouring of praise to the Provider of Perfect Poetry)

Heaven is tossed with low barred clouds

They stretch like piers into a flaming sea

The hemming dark is lost; its shroud

Dissolves in redemption where Majesty

Shakes out the night with Evidence

Of Faithfulness. We bow beneath, agape

On shorelines of Deliverance

As Mercy metes morning in crimson cape

The Author of time’s ownership

Astounds, confounds us where the old is new

Though its newness is but a blip

Before it bears our marks of error too

God’s grace is like a galleon

Midst mayhem's gloom its mast, cross-shaped prevails

Through passageways, oft alien

Hope’s sorrow-scarred Battalion still sails

Heaven is absolved of starred sweep

Its fathoms leap, afire with molten mist

Above marauders of Love’s keep

God rends Time’s reserves, orange, amethyst

Pours from the place where grace commands

This granted glimpse of Heaven’s Greater Prize

It waits in mercy’s nail-scarred Hands

While we press to the Painter of the skies

© Janet Martin

Father Of All

I lift up names

You know them Lord

You knew us before birth

For You are God

And Father of

All in heaven and earth

Then, when I pray

Their names to You

According to Your will

You, knowing them

The way You do

Know just what need to fill

Hallelujah,

Thank-you

Amen

© Janet Martin

When Matt (son, 19) comes home no matter what time it is he often comes in to my room to talk...

usually jolting me out of my first deep sleep.

(I will NEVER tell him to quit coming in:)

but sometimes its hard to fall back to sleep right away...

so then when I don't know how to pray

or for what exactly,

I lift up names 

leaving the rest to He 

who fills in the blanks

perfectly!

Learning As I Go...

The older that I get, my God

I feel so very small

This orb of ocean scored with sod

Cupped in your All in all

Where galaxy to galaxy

Held by Divine Command

Does not annul humanity

On this blue dot of sand

The older that I get, my Lord

I feel so very blessed

The Author of love’s Sacred Word

Through faith made manifest

You hear the tear of fear’s dismay

You grant our truest needs

When we do not know what to pray

Your Kindness intercedes

The older that I get, my Friend

I feel so very awed

That we of sight-blind acumen

Can touch the throne of God

And, far above what we deserve

Grace forgives mortal debt

With Righteousness of He who gave

Himself in our stead

The older that I get, my God

I feel a sweet relief

The details of life’s why and what

Though it hones, tests Belief

Rests in Your Hands, Hands scarred by nails

Because You loved, love so

And what You promised never fails

For all we do not know

© Janet Martin

 For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, 

so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures 

and the encouragement they provide 

we might have hope.

Rom.15:4

Of Moment-ink...

One long, sentimental stare at the garden tucked to sleep

 Where the best things we gather there are memories to keep...

I told them I needed 'an' onion, so they all brought 'an' onion;-)

Too much to miss to miss too much

Too soon comes sooner than we think

Then live-laugh-love, take-eat, taste-touch

And make the most of moment-ink

Too swift the gift of day to day

Falls prey to elemental Must

And one more season falls away

To halls of sentimental dust

Then let’s not wait ‘til it’s too late

The Gate to yesterday is barred

Now’s red balloon will soon deflate

And strew its tatters o’er the yard

A benediction wafts above

Each live-laugh-love warm on our lips

Where all the while a treasure trove

Collects time’s smiling  fellowships

The rush of much too much runs rife

Time authors more than we may think

We write the story of our life

With nothing more than moment-ink

© Janet Martin

Summer-spent

Now bowed and faded, wow-bereft

Her stance, once tall is bent

Will any spy some beauty left

Though fullest bloom is spent?

  

Now one among the many, she

Mostly because she must

Submits with brave humility

To ordinance of Dust

 Now passerbys no longer pause

Mid-stride to stop and stare

And take a moment more because

They think that she is fair

Now nothing stirs a second-look

Save those with keener ear

Who recognize just what it took

To get from there to here

Now dashing chivalry and grin

Dons meeker filament

Will any see the beauty in

A flower, summer-spent

© Janet Martin