Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Always Simply This


Today marks the end of an 'era' as this will be an all-scholar family in September
 (no more need for regular daycare)
so of course there are heart-tugs tonight!




'This pretty much sums it up' I thought this morning
as I watched the bubbles shimmer and pop!



Moment, ah, moment, you weave in your wake
Echoes, ah, echoes of time’s give and take
Turning the commonplace colors and care
Into a masterpiece etched on the air
Where have-and-hold folds into had-and-held
As gray and gold mold mist-oceans that meld
Faces and places and laughter and tears
Painting dawn’s graces/chases into yester-years
Where hearts are hubs of hard hugs and soft sighs
Torn twixt the tug of hellos and good-byes

Teaching, ah teaching us to taste what Is
Reaching, ah reaching cannot restore This
Which soon will drift to Past’s ethereal shore
Washed by the whispers of what is no more
Where for a moment we danced on sand-bars
Tangled at twilight in ribbons and stars
...catch a round rainbow and watch it go pop
Time tunes a tango no minstrel can stop
Tick-tock by tick-tock, today soon will be
Tomorrow’s beautiful memory

See how a river of ripples runs wild
Gushing through gardens where I was a child 
Taking the fellow and leaving a man
Time's trickster calling 'catch me if you can'
Dangling from rafters of seasons that fall 
Making trapeze artists of us all 
Touching and yearning, now high and now low
Loving and learning, now hold, now let go
Leaving us breathless by your easy kiss
Moment, ah moment, always Simply This

© Janet Martin

Miracles...

James and I are tremendously touched by all the kind words and prayers, 
and the rejoicing with us after the Dr. told Jim at yesterday's checkup 'everything looks really good'. 
His next check-up will be in 6 mos. instead of 3!
We continue to pray for those who are rejoicing with us, while bearing heavy personal crosses!

  


I’ve seen those rejoice with those who rejoice
While standing in shards of their own broken dreams
I’ve heard the music of heaven; its voice
Caught in the homage of tear-tender streams

I’ve walked ‘longside someone walking with me
Bent lower than I by the cross on their backs
I’ve felt the favor of being set free
God’s love, the filler in a love full of cracks

© Janet Martin

Seasoned Promises...


 Don't you just LOVE the seasoned promises that pop in pink, plump peonies?!


Lord, give us eyes to see
Lest, sight-blind we forget
The Author of earth’s poetry
Is ever with us yet

This world of want and woe
Would weigh us with despair
But your kind grace whereby we go
Strews glimpses everywhere

Then, in this human race
As we press to yon Bar
Lord, give us eyes to see Your grace
Exactly where we are

…and fill our hearts with praise
And humble happiness
You crown our hurt and hope-filled days
With seasoned promises

© Janet Martin

“Never again will I curse the ground because of man, 
even though every inclination of his heart is evil from his youth. 
And never again will I destroy all living creatures as I have done. 
As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, 
cold and heat, 
summer and winter, 
day and night 
shall never cease.” 
Gen.8:21-22




A Universal Cheer/ 'Church'


 I have to admit, after a photo someone posted on FB 
because they saw this masterpiece doubled over a lake,
(not blocked off by buildings, trees and a sink full of greasy dishes)
I was bowled over momentarily with a green wave of envy...
 then immediately 'smacked' with rebuke 
by the remembrance of those sick, suffering and sorrowing!

p.s. why was there still a sink full of dishes at 9:00? 
because we lingered longer at supper
laughing over a freshly bathed, blonde-curled, pink, little 'piggy/aka grandson'
prancing about the house...

The wonder of creation is a universal cheer
A daily celebration midst mankind’s laughter and tear
God’s handiwork transfixes us; where sod and sky and sea
Makes worshipers of all who marvel at the poetry
Of dusk on water, bloom’s first color, heaven’s dark and light
Of moon on misty, musky summer’s mellow middle-night
Of season over season’s unequivocal allure
That helps make far more bearable the cares we must endure
Beneath a canopy where we glimpse Majesty of He
Who sets at large His Best (no charge) if we have eyes to see
So, in time’s quiet quick of it, let's pause a bit, full-awed
Amidst love’s fighting thick of it, by the artwork of God

© Janet Martin