Thursday, July 12, 2018

Don't Miss Out!




Don’t rush without resting
Time’s trouble and testing
Is always requesting
A new set of hands
Don’t live in a tizzy
Always far too busy
Where goals make us dizzy
With Duty’s demand

Don’t miss out on flowers
And picnics and hours
Spent beneath broad bowers
Of summer’s plush tree
With Book, boy or baby
A blanket, or maybe
A biscuit and gravy
Or a cup of tea

Don’t fret about ‘getting’
Summer’s bloom is threading
Earth’s loom with the shedding
Of green-blush-blue-gold
So work, but remember
Soon it is September
November, December
Summer’s embers cold

Don’t run without walking
Slow enough for talking
Time’s tiptoe is shocking
It touches us all
With longing and laughter
Where mere moment-matter
Writes songs we hear after
Summer turns to fall
 

© Janet Martin



 ...the farmers will plant them
    and enjoy their fruit.
Isa.31:5 

Have you heard the story about the Fisherman and the Businessman?
 


There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Brazilian village.
As he sat, he saw a Brazilian fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish.
The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch so many fish?”
The fisherman replied, “Oh, just a short while.”
“Then why don’t you stay longer at sea and catch even more?” The businessman was astonished.
“This is enough to feed my whole family,” the fisherman said.
The businessman then asked, “So, what do you do for the rest of the day?”
The fisherman replied, “Well, I usually wake up early in the morning, go out to sea and catch a few fish, then go back and play with my kids. In the afternoon, I take a nap with my wife, and evening comes, I join my buddies in the village for a drink — we play guitar, sing and dance throughout the night.”
The businessman offered a suggestion to the fisherman.
“I am a PhD in business management. I could help you to become a more successful person. From now on, you should spend more time at sea and try to catch as many fish as possible. When you have saved enough money, you could buy a bigger boat and catch even more fish. Soon you will be able to afford to buy more boats, set up your own company, your own production plant for canned food and distribution network. By then, you will have moved out of this village and to Sao Paulo, where you can set up HQ to manage your other branches.”
The fisherman continues, “And after that?”
The businessman laughs heartily, “After that, you can live like a king in your own house, and when the time is right, you can go public and float your shares in the Stock Exchange, and you will be rich.”
The fisherman asks, “And after that?”
The businessman says, “After that, you can finally retire, you can move to a house by the fishing village, wake up early in the morning, catch a few fish, then return home to play with kids, have a nice afternoon nap with your wife, and when evening comes, you can join your buddies for a drink, play the guitar, sing and dance throughout the night!”
The fisherman was puzzled, “Isn’t that what I am doing now?”

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Best There Is (from an autumn mother to summer-mothers)


Most days, thanks to doing child-care this house doesn't suffer from too much quietness😊


Don’t mind the mess; seems happiness grows best in mud and dirt
Soft, soon enough, dear mother you’ll be forced to face the hurt
Of tidy, quiet aftermath of garden paths and such
Where moment over moment winnows summer from her touch

Don’t mind the mess; seems autumn-ness comes quicker than we think
‘Those other, older mothers’ warnings happen in a blink
Where carefree chatter, little fists filled with wild-flower love
Are nothing now but treasured mist in mother’s memory-trove

Don’t mind the mess; its commonness weaves living’s ‘best there is’
Where weariness is worth this world of goodnight hug and kiss
From lad and lass of grass-stained knees and bare-foot heaven-ness
Soak in the bliss of ‘best there is’ and oh, don’t mind the mess!

© Janet Martin

Heart Full of Happy


 In spite of what life's plate is full of...
may we find ways to keep hearts full of 'happy'!



Head full of golden curls kissed by the sun
Bowl full of garden-green supper, yum-yum!
Bed full of baby tucked to dream-sweet lands
Crock full of zinnias plucked by helping hands
Day full of promise, table full of friends
Sky full of blue on blue that never ends
Book full of fine ‘my, oh my’ poetry
Line full of laundry and cup full of tea

Dawn full of diamonds and lawn full of shade
Bud full of beauties that flower and fade
Tree full of leaf-song, nature’s violin
Nose full of freckles on face full of grin
Jar full of jelly, belly full of lunch
Clock full of tick-tock, carrot full of crunch
Boy full of mischief and joy full of holes
Child full of laughter, medicine for souls

Choice full of consequence, house full of home
Love full of learning and life full of poem
Pride full of pitfalls we all mastermind
Thought full of echoes and plans intertwined
Sin full of sorrow and God full of grace
Hope full of hunger, persistence and faith
Sage full of wisdom and youth full of vim
Bible full of pages full of ways to know Him

Sink full of dishes waiting just for you
Stars full of wishes waiting to come true
Time full of trouble; its dust full of care
Field full of wheat-stubble, trust full of prayer
Dip full of puddle full of little feet
World full of wonder with no easy-street
Dream full of detours, summer full of sea
Heart full of happy as happy can be

© Janet Martin


Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Hope For Heaven Renewed

 

Hurting and praying for the Schuurmans... 


Oh God! this plow that pushes through time’s joy and sorrow sweeps
Was not designed for those who pine for that which Bygone keeps
Time’s horror, hurt and hunger renews Heaven’s hope each morn
As from this place of grief and grace a precious face is borne

And nothing we can do or say will return that which was
So, if we hear Salvation’s plea, pray we reply because
Who knows the ending of what begins as another day?
And who knows who, before come twilight, will be called away?

Oh wow! the plow we push forward leaves furrows full of Past
Death reminds us to live each day as if it was our last
…and we should always, only, ever use the time God grants
To make the best of life and love while we still have the chance

© Janet Martin



Monday, July 9, 2018

Comfort-able Life (able to find true comfort-life)


Sometimes an eye-opener reminds us to consider all the calamities that God, 
rich in mercy, spares us from...
No matter what happens God is always mediating on our behalf!
 
 




So often Lord, we cannot fathom what You orchestrate
Life’s way of day to day appoints battle before reward
It runs through Mercy’s faithful flue where dawn is like a gate
That swings ajar and never far from where You are, oh Lord

So often Lord, we do not see the angels that you send
To guard the place where human race would be destined to fail
Your purpose and protection, more than we can comprehend
…for flesh and blood’s brave, boldest boast at best is yet so frail

So often Lord, we tend to trust what sight can prove, for oh
Faith’s ‘evidence of things unseen’ is hard to shape with thought
And contrary to we who much prefer to touch-see-know
Instead of ‘waiting on the Lord’ as we who believe ought

So often Lord, we get caught up in want instead of need
Where ‘lust of flesh, lust of the eye and pride of life’ deceive
And oft we underestimate how oft you intercede
To save us from destruction we find easy to achieve

So often Lord, you long to gather us like little chicks
Beneath your wings; but we will not, and so you watch and wait
And never leave or forsake we, masters of stones and sticks
In ways we never realize you guard and mediate

© Janet Martin