Saturday, February 9, 2019
Love's Roar...
Here's to a world full of wonder...
Life’s landscape like a picture book unveils frame after
frame
Of wonder to brighten time’s boulevard of morn to night
Where touch and taste of moments is a buffet none can
tame
Until the Giver snuffs the wick that lends its faithful
light
As care in sundry shape and size can strip us of wild
cheer
And we would lose the will to laugh without love’s eyes
to see
Glimpses of He who knows the very essence of our tear/fear
And flings across our gain and loss, proof of His majesty
To stir within us hunger for the One who loves us so
And does not leave us long in fights of wrong-right-greed-and-need
Where struggle to survive-succeed-surrender, tests us,
oh,
And draws us to our knees with pleas for Him to intercede
Where what is seen who hopes for; what is evident, who
trusts?
And what we hold we soon forget to fully thank Him for
While life is like a landscape filled with elemental
Musts
And wonder in the One who stills fear's whispers with
Love’s roar
© Janet Martin
but
you received the Spirit of sonship, by whom we cry, "Abba! Father!"
2 Timothy 1:7
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;
but of power,
and of love,
and of a sound mind.
1 John 4:18
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.
For fear has
to do with punishment,
and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.
Friday, February 8, 2019
Because Not Everything Is As It Seems...
Longing that seems to amplify love’s happiness we lack
May shape the very things we miss some day when looking
back
For then, when the big picture has filled in what seems
amiss
We won’t remember what it was because of what then is
And all the tender pieces that seem marred at present,
then
Might be the very days and years that we would live again
So it behooves us not to look too long behind or hence
But cherish what we hold before it turns to recompense
Darling, love’s pangs that vex woman and man I think must
be
A bit of star-dust lodged betwixt hope and reality
© Janet Martin
Befitted for Love
Love trades duty for honor
Love remembers to ask
Love's kind and gracious Author
To fit us for its task
Two little girls, the same size with the same names
are 'enjoying' same nap-times😀
...well, one is. the other one is making way too much noise to qualify as napping:)
(who knew love could be SO exhausting)
on their part and mine!
They are both kept quite busy 'borrowing' toys from each other
and I am kept busy trying to sort what is who's!
But two not-even-two-yet girlies are pretty easy to convince
with another 'toy-bribe'
Time for a quick poem-coffee-break before #3 arrives.
#3 is all of two and boasts the title Grandson so
the dynamics change a bit just because when
you're all of 2 years + a month toy-bribes don't work as well anymore;
esp. at Grandma's house where he is the super-star!😊
Ah life! love!
are 'enjoying' same nap-times😀
...well, one is. the other one is making way too much noise to qualify as napping:)
(who knew love could be SO exhausting)
on their part and mine!
They are both kept quite busy 'borrowing' toys from each other
and I am kept busy trying to sort what is who's!
But two not-even-two-yet girlies are pretty easy to convince
with another 'toy-bribe'
Time for a quick poem-coffee-break before #3 arrives.
#3 is all of two and boasts the title Grandson so
the dynamics change a bit just because when
you're all of 2 years + a month toy-bribes don't work as well anymore;
esp. at Grandma's house where he is the super-star!😊
Ah
One of the toy-bribes...inspired by Aiken Drum !
The quiet eye of heart and soul
With wily want and will to weigh
Rivals with noise of common toll
Where fact and fancy war and play
To teach thought’s vision to behold
*‘Midst gales of gray, hope’s glints of gold
Tell me, is ever time enough
To learn all that we ought to know
It seems to me life’s fist-a-cuff
Is always poised to wield a blow
Whilst we, with black eye, bloody lip
Brace for love’s next face-plant or trip
The mind is more than it may seem
Thought’s powerhouse produces touch
It harbours with its darling dream
The slyer skill of schemes and such
Where no one is immune to fear
Or the tempter’s impulsive leer
This dust we stir is soon subdued
A blur entombed in history
Where not one footstep can intrude
To rearrange time’s estranged spree
While love alone makes worth the leap
Twixt birth and death’s eternal sleep
The quiet eye of heart and soul
The mighty powerhouse of mind
Would be a futile rigmarole
With only havoc left behind
But for the humble servant’s prayer
To befit us for love’s warfare
© Janet Martin
*right now we are having gales of gray with no glints of gold!
Sometimes by Friday, life's noise sounds louder
and good intention's poise is wobbly at best.
Thank-you God for your wise order
of 'six days work'
then a day of rest!
Today's wind has me humming this tune😁
Today's wind has me humming this tune😁
Thursday, February 7, 2019
There is a Love Waiting...
Part of my start to the day includes 'waiting'
and keeping an eye on the window for headlights
to signal the arrival of youngsters...
I suddenly visualized Jesus waiting,
peering through the windows of our hearts
wondering how long it will take before we notice Him!
and keeping an eye on the window for headlights
to signal the arrival of youngsters...
I suddenly visualized Jesus waiting,
peering through the windows of our hearts
wondering how long it will take before we notice Him!
There is a Presence waiting
Man’s hunger to fulfill
There is a power waiting
Man’s weakness to instill
There is a purpose waiting
To fill with Worth, man’s days
There is a passion waiting
To turn man’s want to praise
There is a pilot waiting
To bid fear’s storm to cease
There is a Jesus waiting
To fill the heart with peace
© Janet Martin
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