A Temporary 'House'

  But as it is written:

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
Nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”

1 Cor. 2:9

(wow! we sure will be in for a treat, huh?! Impossible to imagine!)

The Hand that pours the footing where

Our Here and Now is lent

Siphons elements of thin air

Into Time’s firmament

Its phantom frame that wafts in space

And we fill with response

Will soon fade to a resting place

Only echoes ensconce

These walls of breeze or bully gale

These floors of sand and grass

These halls where Wonder parts its veil

Shape rooms that come…to pass

This roof of morning’s mercy-bliss

And high noon’s blue, blue bars

And twilight’s flaming farewell kiss

And midnight’s froth of stars

Is but a temporary view

A Throughway God extends

That leads (if we believe) into

A day that never ends

© Janet Martin

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