We Are Able (through the Rock of Ages)

One of my favourite flee-to 'comfort and hope' hymns...

For we, who seem to be a people perched precariously

Upon these Times and Places filled with Great Uncertainty

It leaves us humbly grateful that in all life’s push and shove

We know that We Are Able through a Father’s faithful love

For we who oft relinquish understanding for meek trust

Where live-laugh-love-weep-pray is but the glove of dust to dust

Know all the answers of this world are but verbose regale

Without the promises of God that can and will not fail

For we, who flee on bended knee before a Father’s throne

And place upon the altar of His grace, each stepping stone

It leaves us humbly grateful that in all we cannot see

God’s love so kind and faithful never forsakes you and me

For we who bear a Living Soul beneath this dying skin

God sent His Son so everyone can access Hope through Him

Then, though the Unknown gapes before us to and through the grave

We know that We Are Able through God’s Love, mighty to save  

© Janet Martin

 For this reason, even though I suffer as I do, I am not ashamed;

for I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that He is able 

to guard what I have entrusted to Him for that day.

 Hold on to the pattern of sound teaching you have heard from me, 

with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. 

Guard the good treasure entrusted to you, 

with the help of the Holy Spirit who dwells in us. 

2 Tim.1:12-14

Now this is what the LORD says—

He who created you, O Jacob,

and He who formed you, O Israel:

 “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;

 I have called you by your name;

you are Mine!

When you pass through the waters,

I will be with you;

and when you go through the rivers,

they will not overwhelm you.

When you walk through the fire,

you will not be scorched,

and the flames will not set you ablaze.

For I am the LORD your God,

the Holy One of Israel,

your Savior;

Isa.43:1-3

Matters of A-Tent-ion

 Soon, soon this tent of starry nights

and appetites will fold

Pay Attention, for time's lease

runs out on young and old!

A month ago we were 'pitching our tent' at many never-before-seen-sights!

Whether we are pitching our 'tent' at the Fairmont Le Château Frontenac

 or beside the red-dirt roads of PEI

 by the harbour...

on a hilltop...

....let's pitch it with purpose because

 every single day we pitch our 'tents' on the Never Before!

Enjoy!

Upon the scattered remnants of a day, a week, a year

We pitch our tents; the fabric of moments so soft and sheer

Where contentment and discontentment vie and set the tone

That fills intent with humble grace or growl’s grumble and groan

Like flames that lap at kindling, dreams and plans are turned to ash

The morning flares, climbs air-borne stairs and fades on wester’s sash

Time toasts our toes and tweaks our cheeks and noses with its grin

Some wear its extent on their sleeves, some keep it tucked within

This Potential we populate on sites of stone and sod

In spite of toil and test is like a gift we should applaud

God decks its halls with leaf-flecked walls, its floors a gorgeous sweep

Of hill and dell; its awning blue-cloud-clothed or star-frothed deep

…as seasons bloom with what either ennobles or depraves

The fragments of its plume soon strewn across Time’s unmarked graves

Where, on the scattered remnants of a day, a week, a year

We pitch our skin-tent on a God-lent patch of Now and Here

Until earth’s shore hinged to Forevermore unveils The Goal

Each Tent shook out ‘til all that remains is Immortal Soul

And, there is no patent or permit past That Last Vast Must

Then pray the Lord thy soul to save before grave’s dust to dust

© Janet Martin

Vows Of Poet And Muse

 Sometimes it's the branches stripped of summer's dress

Sometimes it is twilight's soft-flushed farewell-ness

Sometimes, it's a Friday full of love's to-dos

 That kindles the fire twixt Poet and Muse

Don’t be shy,

Ah, you and I

Yes, we make

Quite a pair

To others I am

Just a woman

You

Are simply air

But

Between us

There's a rush

That no one else

Can see

I am just a woman

You are

Almost

Poetry

So,

Don’t be shy

For you and I

Live, breathe, move

Heart to heart

For worse or better

We are wed

Until death

Us do part

© Janet Martin

Our (Muse and I) Friday-treat after the last kiddo is gone;
Fresh ground beans and a late-day cuppa joe

Happy whatever-you're doing!

I'm/we're😉 making applesauce
 (after coffee😋)

Will to Trust

 It was a little like watching a flower unfold...

 

Before the gold...

...turned gray

Now break of day, a sky-wide bud unfolds upon Time’s stem

And crowns the very breath we draw with hope's fresh diadem

…where morning's air is like a flower dipped in frost and mist 

A plume of pink and golden bloom, of teal and amethyst

It stirs within the heart a humble will to trust the One

That moves through bars of stars to break the bud that holds the sun

© Janet Martin

Wholly-Solely/Holy-Soul-y

Lord, life’s Unknown shapes our days

So much that we cannot see

Lord, then help us keep our gaze

Wholly, solely fixed on Thee

Lord, for all life’s countless starts

You know when each end will be

Lord then help us keep our hearts

Holy, Soul-y fixed on Thee

© Janet Martin

 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

Jer.29:13