Like a Song in the Sun...

(another August poem because there is no way to savor every flavor in one spoonful!)

*Von da vind ivvah deh vaetsa-shtubla blosed node vased mah sis glie shbote-yowah, 

said my brother-in-law on Sunday evening(in our mother-tongue, Pennsylvania Dutch)

 as we gathered to celebrate hubby’s mom’s 87^th birthday...

Oh! I replied, that almost feels like a poem! 

Yes, he said...I hear you write, like every week?!!

😀😁😂😃😄

*Translation;’’ when the wind blows over the wheat-stubble then we know soon it will be fall”

When late-day is baked like a golden cake

Drizzled with honey from a heaven-spoon

When sunflower-halos are wide awake

And cricket-vibrato spills noon to noon

When leaves, like candle-flares silver and green

Flicker in whispers of barely-a-breeze

When field lies fallow where wheat-sheen had been

Leaving the impression of memories

When dust of days spent and musk of songs sung

Ache with awareness of love-and-let-go

When music is petal-soft, lisped by a tongue

Of tattered delphinium’s purple-blue snow

When kiss of full colour and bliss of have-hold

Flashes like splashes of lake-diamonds tossed

When earth’s panorama of green, bronze and gold

Lures barefoot dancers to ballrooms soon lost

When wind in the willow is drowsy with heat

And hope is a-billow with heart-strings undone

When live-in-the-moment is bittersweet

There August is…like a song in the sun

There August is like a wave on the sand

Like a milkweed pod filled with silk-spun tears

Like a yellow cello played by a hand

That no one can see but everyone hears

© Janet Martin

And a bit of 'blossom-snow' from one of my favorite books Edge Seasons by Beth Powning

this piece simply feels like August to me!

String of Pearls...

Time's pearls hold the colors of the rainbow and every tint between...

 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail. 
 They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
 Lam.3:22-23
 ...Though he brings grief, he will show compassion,
    so great is his unfailing love.
Lam.3:32

The roof of stars lowers its bars

Heaven pours gold across glossed clay

Where freeways start to fill with cars

As dot-to-dot of day-to-day

…adds face to what seems commonplace

If we forget to recognize

The Author of uncommon grace

That sweeps the darkness from the skies

…with mercy’s flood misunderstood

If we neglect to simply trust

The Hand that works for our good

No matter what vexes this dust

He fills the grail that spills time’s trail

In dot-do-dot of day-to-day

With His kind love that does not fail

No gem has ever lost its way

© Janet Martin

“After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

 Who knew a bowl of burgundy beets beaming in the bright morning sun
 could make one mildly delirious with delight
...but it did!

August Awe-sums

 Four days off...means a little more poem-allowance in my pocket😉

bite-sized bliss...

wedge of tomato on green pepper topped with a sprinkle of feta cheese and black pepper

The garden laughs in tomatoes

And flow’rs

August is no ordinary

Traverse of hours

Tippy-toe peeks

Into pink pockets, please

… holly-hock bistros

For bees

Morn is a platter

Of steaming

Mist

Lips are a-chatter

and blueberry kissed

Sassy wind-rascals

Twirl the weather vane

While skies hang deliciously low

 With unshed
rain

© Janet Martin

Purpose Galore

When we find Purpose

we find joy

It is not enough simply to do...

The 'Who' we do it for makes all the difference!

 ...and 'getting air' is way more fun when someone is standing there applauding!

(yes, Youngest 'got air' too, my camera click just missed it!)

 Boast-rights broken...grace is the token whereby we serve!

For it is by grace you have been saved through faith, 

and this not from yourselves; it is the gift of God,

not by works, so that no one can boast.

For we are God’s workmanship,

 created in Christ Jesus to do good works, 

which God prepared in advance as our way of life. 

Eph.2:8-10 

Ah, what Purpose...when work becomes an act of worship to He who grants us strength and joy!

This is a sacred day before our Lord.

 Don’t be dejected and sad, for the joy of the Lord is your strength!”

Neh.8:10

Primed for perhaps-es not yet come to pass

Morn runs its measure through time’s hour glass

Ah, who could bear it; Unknown’s rise and fall

But for awareness of God over all

Love keeps us humble and hope keeps us glad

Pride makes us stumble and lust drives us mad

Grace frees the captive where guilt held command

Then fear finds freedom through God’s faithful hand

Bread for our bellies is never enough

No one finds peace through the pleasure of ‘stuff’

Ah, who could bear it; time’s grave-stricken toll

But for Salvation’s Saviour of the soul

Doubt finds a foothold where demons conspire

God’s word is faithful; the devil a liar

Belief is proven not by words we spew

But by the fruit of one little word; do

Works cannot save us or else we would boast

But after grace renders its uttermost

God, in advance ordained Purpose Galore

Doing good works He created us for

Love one another; a 'disciple's decree'

Is the work order He gives You and me

Ah, who could bear it if no one would prove

This fruit of the Spirit ‘the greatest is love’

© Janet Martin

 But the fruit of the Spirit is 

love, joy, peace, 

patience, kindness, goodness, 

faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. 

Against such things there is no Law.

 Gal.5:22-23