Tuesday, January 9, 2018

To the Salt of the Earth



Couldn't decide what to call this poem...
To the Builders of Success
The Beauty of Job Well done
No Small Man (if He gives the Best he can)
Dreamer's Pedestal
To the One Who Pulls the Weeds;-)
....the list is endless
but the gist is this...
We NEED the 'little man'...

Last year I joined a team at church that helps with planning a few services throughout the year
and it made me realize how much I under-appreciate all the thought, prayer and common task
accomplished through MANY hands that make each Sunday morning service happen!
It got me to thinking about how in life what may appear, at first glance,
a pretty minor role is a vital part of all success's heart and soul!
Let's thank someone for what they do today!
There is no 'small man' and dollar does not decide value!

 



Easy to brag and boast a bit
Or loaf about idle, or sit
And stare into an air-filled glass
And dream about life’s greener grass

Easy to criticize the man
Who does the simple best he can
Though small and plain may seem his nod
Behind the scenes that we applaud

Easy to praise paraded art
That appeals to the human heart
And overlook the hand that made
The canvas whereon it was laid

Easy to see the one who stands
Atop a ladder made of hands  
Hard, hard to rival this, my son,
All the small tasks success builds on

Hard, hard to estimate the worth
Of humble roles that fill the earth
Where nothing is greater, my son
Than beauty of Duty well done

© Janet Martin

 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, 
for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, 
there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

Eccles.9:10

Monday, January 8, 2018

Heart-a-Tug, Kiss-Kiss-Hug...





With each grunt and squirm and kick
Baby grows up far too quick
With each kiss-nap-smile and tear
Baby’s closer to a year



With each bubble-bath and song
Baby’s growing big and strong
With each cuddle, hush-a-bye
Baby’s learning how to fly




Feed-burp-change and tweak of chin
With each dimpled cherub-grin
Pat-a-cake and peek-a-boo
Nighty-night and I love you



…with each slow-sweet snuggle-hug
Reach-crawl-bump, we feel the tug
With each skip-a-heartbeat, oh
Mother’s learning to let go

© Janet Martin


Photo Credits for the blackboard shots; Emily Curry
Photo credit for this last pic: Brittany Ruppert
Outfit credit for last photo: "Mimi'  Curry

Baby Grows...



A year ago my niece took Brantley's newborn baby pics...
Last week she took his first birthday photos!
Our baby is quickly becoming Little Boy




While mouths drip with lithe laughter and with riotous lament
While hearts grip love so tender, siring joy and discontent
While we prep then clean up; we fall apart and then regroup
While we devour hours like hearty potato soup
Baby grows

While we hope, hold and worry, wish and want, heart over-run
So happy-sad with what we have then had when it is gone
While we weather the weather whatever its will may be
And gape at moments untethered and shaping history
Baby grows

While we sometimes forget to treasure the measure of Now
While we work, play, hurt, pray, push-pull an intangible plow
While we are startled by the way a heart can break and climb
While we choose pinks and blues, pay dues to faithful Father Time
Baby grows

While we hug, cuddle, kiss, snuggle and weep with utter joy
That we should be so blessed by Darling Little Girl or Boy
While we think we have miles to go before they fly away
And Mr. Should convinces us Time grants many a day
Baby…
Baby?
Baby is grown

© Janet Martin

Someday when Brantley wants seconds and thirds of cake we'll remind him of this...
Brantley was afraid of his birthday cake!
A week or so before his birthday he attended a friend's birthday party and wanted no part of  blue and green icing! But we didn't realize how much he hated it until he saw his cake...
We sang Happy Birthday...while he began looking a little concerned...
then we served him a piece and dabbed  frosting on his mouth...
he pulled away as if we had placed a monster in front of him
and burst into tears!
'maybe he can't taste it' we say,  so we try a little more icing...
He gags;-)) SO funny.
Of course we didn't insist he eats cake:)

One more Brantley's First Year post here

Below; my favorite song by The Oakridge Boys...
my favorite line in it is; 'the nearest thing to heaven is a child".






Saturday, January 6, 2018

Take Courage...

It's so easy to forget, when our own lives are full,
but let's remember to keep praying for Wayne and Doreen,
and their boys,(Darcy's brothers)
as they go on with a gaping emptiness in their home and hearts!





Take courage friend, though future as it flows through Now to Then
Is not what we envisioned, and swifter than we supposed
As Past’s eternal cast expands it tunes our acumen
To living’s wake of learning and horizons undisclosed

What once we thought we knew startles ho-ho with meek ‘aha’
Truth does not change its view,, we find, as raven locks turn gray
The aftermath of say-and-do fulfills its stubborn law
Of ‘reaping what we sow’; still, by God’s grace we face each day

Do not despair, my friend, the tender care that keeps the bird
Is faithful to the end though oft we kick it in the shins
With unwavering kindness He pursues us, undeterred
His gift to everyone who asks; the forgiveness of sins

Hello-farewell; heaven and hell-glimpses stun come-and-go
It rips our ragged breath from bodies bent on want and need
And teaches us the happiness of stepping soft and slow
Across Good morning’s welcome-mat that once we paid no heed

Take courage, friend, for God saw fit to lend another day
Its tray drips with appointments that we cannot fully see
But if we trust the Hand of He who grants, to show the way
Then we will have the courage to endure what waits to be

© Janet Martin