Saturday, December 8, 2018

Perfect Timing!




What a perfect day
To do the best we can
With what we have
For He who gave
His all for fallen man

What a perfect day
To do our humble part
To prove to Him
Our love for Him
With kind and gentle heart

What a perfect day
To make a memory
With what we have
For He who gave
This day to you and me

© Janet Martin

Happy Hoping! Happy Celebrating! (and Happy Shopping;-)


 My heart started to do the panic-flutter when I saw how many days are left til Christmas...
until Someone nudged me toward the window, to take a deep breath 
and remember Who we are celebrating! Now!
It suddenly replaced panic of  'how-am-I-going to-do-it?!' 
with the peace of 'We-are-going-to-do-it!'
Thank-you Lord!

Off to pick up a head-full-of-golden-curls-little-fellow! Wink😉

(two bowls entertained these two longer the other morning, than a whole box full of toys!)

When we lose sight of thankfulness
We lose the joy of giving
And when we lose the joy of this
We lose the joy of living

For what is better than the art
Of smile upon a face
Inspired by a thankful heart
Of gentleness and grace

The longer that we live we learn
(If we will do with less)
That nothing gives joy in return
Like humble thankfulness



© Janet Martin


...and an oldie from a few years ago

Happiness Is Not Like Socks



Happiness is not a toy
That soon loses its first joy
Happiness is not like socks
We can’t fit it in a box
Happiness is not a Steal
Lure of sale-sticker appeal
We don’t pick its shape or size
By the color of its eyes
We can’t wrap it up, oh no
Nor garnish it with a bow
We won’t find it on store-shelves
We can’t buy it for ourselves
Happiness is not like Stuff
Packed inside a box of fluff
It is a strange paradox
Not like balls or blocks or socks
Happiness is a free prize
If... 
we learn where it’s secret lies
For...
We can not keep it and yet
The more we give the more we get
 © Janet Martin

Friday, December 7, 2018

Beauty-Blessing Of A Big Wood-pile


Sometimes, as I start the fire in the mornings I think of stories I read about the pioneers scavenging the prairies for buffalo chips to keep the fire going, when they had no wood or dry wood!
Not only a fire hot enough to keep their home warm but hot enough to cook on!
It makes me so thankful for the old wood pile.
I wrote this poem for my friend's parents who moved into a retirement home without a wood-stove this fall, so they gifted to us some of their wood.
When I asked my friend what they would like for a bit of a thank-you she suggested a poem about a wood-pile, recalling how glad her dad always was for theirs!



Oh humble unsung hero; both of now and days long dead
It fills far more than corners in the cellar or the shed
For it is the begetter of winter-weather reprieve
Where we gather together to enjoy a cozy eve
With *‘Schizzel’ full of popcorn and a *schoze so full of book
Or maybe we are playing games like Lost Heir, Uno, Rook
And all the riches in the world could never make us smile
Like humble, good times we enjoy, thanks to the old wood pile

Now dad can put his sock feet up; set anxious thoughts to rest
Knowing that though the storm may rage, feathered will be his nest
And all his little fledglings need not dread the days to come
But live the best life has to give in simple joys of home
For wealth is not the number of its dollars we accrue
But rather gold-framed echoes of love’s happy me and you
Where the treasure of memories is worth each homespun while
And made ever the sweeter by the grin of a wood pile

The flicker of flame-dancers is a fine thing to behold
They leap and crackle where the warmth of it never grows old
And everyone is gladder while the wild of winter wails
With woodstove full of fire to grant comfort from its gales
So lest we overlook its quiet nook and modest pose
And lest we reserve poetry for romance of love’s rose
Let’s take a moment to applaud the gift of wooded isle
And thank God for the beauty-blessing of a big wood pile

© Janet Martin

* Schizzel- Pennsylvania Dutch Word for bowl
*schoze- Pennsylvania Dutch Word for lap

Thursday, December 6, 2018

The Way We Are...


 Inspired by the tributes to George H. W. Bush
His motto; Preach Christ at all times. If necessary, use words.

George H.W. Bush's historian shares stories that span 9 decades







 Yesterday George, through these loving tributes touched so many more lives in death,
 inspired by his life, not perfect, but well-lived...reminding us as long we we live, Life matters!

We never know whose lives we touch with what we do and say
Or how the way we are will help or hinder someone’s day
how big the smallest lives we shape; the lad at mother’s knee
Is the beginning of the man that he turns out to be

To make the most of here and now is all that we can do
For when the quilt of dusk tucks earth beneath its navy blue
The seal that sets the sun where none of us its course can trace
Preserves those battles lost or won in Bygone’s vast embrace

Where oh, we never know what, down life’s road, one recollects
Or what will paint the pictures only memory resurrects
For what we leave behind becomes a lifetime’s greatest worth
Each numbered day soon strews its dust and ash across the earth

Lord, pray we live each day to day humbly aware of This
That none of us can ever know how near or far death is
Or who is next to cross the ever-mystic Great Divide
While we stand back and wonder what waits on The Other Side  

…where all then, that remains of us is the Permanent How
Of touch and taste tendered to the haste of each Here and Now
The treasure of love’s moments turned into Mission Complete
The measure of a lifetime sealed in other hands and feet

© Janet Martin