Hypnotist, but for This...

There is no fear in love. 

But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment/(torment KJV...)

1 John 4:18 

For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, 

but of power, love, and self-discipline.

2 Tim.1:7

It paralyzes ponds of ink

With ‘tut-tut, what will people think?!’

And quells with hell’s triumphant leer

The poetry no one will hear

It cuts brave courage to the core

With assumption’s merciless roar

When faith wavers hell’s legions cheer

To see someone fall prey to Fear

It does not trust God or believe

But doubts all that He can achieve

As hell grants gory glimpses here

And hypnotizes Hope with Fear

But God, so rich in mercy hears
He ministers to all our fears
 Then hellish anguish fades away
For demons tremble when we pray

© Janet Martin

This Very Twinkle...

It rumbles like a soundless stead over green-tumbled valley-bed

And shimmers like a cello-strain across a sweep of golden grain

And brushes far-off hills, soft blue with tender, splendor-layered hue

It aches in wakes of years gone by and breaks the bonds of eastern sky

And reaches through the dust and dew to teach the likes of me and you

To trust, not in the dance or dream but in He whose Love reigns supreme

And rules the order of the earth in schools of common death and birth

Where stunning compositions spill in awesome four-season quadrille

While we, from vantage points of dirt are startled by its hope and hurt

Where brokenness and beauty vie for the attentions of a sigh

And looking back cannot return one wink from its tremendous urn

But shapes with nothing more than grace This Very Twinkle taking place

Where standing tall cannot appease the need for falling to our knees

 And success wields a double-blade and happiness is moment-made

As ordinance of day to day turns Time into a lost highway

And draws us from its scope of sod back to Hope's Awesome Author; God

© Janet Martin

Best Hand-me-down Ever...

We will not hide them from their descendants; 

we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, 

his power, and the wonders he has done.

Ps.78:4

Urgency pleads where moments move

Through time’s paramount cry

Where finery of faith, hope, love

Our money cannot buy

Yet no man, whether rich or poor

Can bear to live without

And in the end none can ignore

What many choose to doubt

Aha, pursuit of happiness

For which human hearts thirst

Demands a humble brokenness

The spirit must find first

And who, without help from above

Can claim what saints applaud?

As finery of faith, hope, love

Renders the peace of God

© Janet Martin

A hand-me-down in the sense that someone teaches and shares His Truth,
but Truth we must each claim and believe for ourselves!

Vesper...

I snagged a few pics from the front porch because it did not work to dash up the road tonight to get a better view, (due to getting home and quickly packing up hubby's supplies so he could leave... )

On westward shore to evermore the floor of heaven’s threshold gleams

And gathers from the sum of moments that which fueled yester’s dreams

And as the light of day grows dim farewell’s requiem tolls like a bell

It trembles in this cage of skin where soft the silent shadows fell

Then faded into blue on blue until the only thing we see

Are stars on stars on black on black and me with you and you with me

…and sometimes we feel caught between the love of what we have and hope

Where what we had slipped from our hands like the sun slips from far west’s slope

And fingers warm with what they held reach toward what yet waits to fill

The fond farewells that do not tell just how or what echoes will spill

Where the tree etched against pink air captures our gaze then disappears

Like a snuffed blaze into the haze that turns todays to yester-years

The moon lies like a glimmer on a listless lake of ebony

Today glints like a shimmer on the ageless page of memory

© Janet Martin

Hidden Things

The mud does not expose the seed

The bud does not yet show the flow'r

The 'should' does not fulfill the deed

nor does the 'Now' foretell the hour

How often God disguises gifts

Strewn on these sands called time

Those hills we’d never wish for

Make us stronger as we climb

Those cares we’d never ask for

Shape the prayers we’d never pray

Those tears we weep help us revere

The smile-anointed day

Those storms of life that test the bark

Of mortal want and will

Would never usher through the dark

His whisper, “peace, be still”

© Janet Martin

 
Daniel 2:22
He reveals the deep and hidden things; 

He knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with Him.