These Ties, Fresh-Loosed...

PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

Plush hush; pink blush

Soft pastel gush

As morn bleeds from

The artist’s brush

Tick-tock; sky-clock

Knock-knock, adieu

As morn dissolves

In halls of blue

The birthplace of

Our live-laugh-love

Unfurls a worldwide

Treasure-trove

Be kind; these ties

Fresh-loosed, soon bind

The heart with tugs

Soft-strewed behind

© Janet Martin

Morning; Mercy's Celebration

 PAD Challenge day 1: For today’s prompt, write a morning poem.

There is nothing in the world that could ever take the place of

Mankind's 'begin again' from God's Mercy, new every morning'.

Meted since the dawn of days

Mercy’s celebration

Runs through heaven’s starry maze

Soft Collaboration

Of what is and waits to be

Past, the peopled thunder

Turning despair’s misery

To hope’s unmarred wonder

Keeping time upon its course

Where love’s invitation

Rushes from dawn’s eastward doors

Like a salutation

From the Hand that never fails

To earth, scarred and broken

Faithful Providence unveils

Mercy’s renewed token

Ushering from That Which Was

That Which None Have Tasted

Rushing from God’s grace because

Love is never wasted

Ignorance disdains The Bread

Gleaming trays deliver

Humility bows Her head

Esteeming The Giver

© Janet Martin

Joy to the World. It's April

It's April! 

PAD Challenge day 1: For today’s prompt, write a morning poem.

and I like Robert's reminder to all of us: These prompts are just springboards; 

you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want.:)

 ...and THAT is an invitation no true poet can resist.

 Yesterday morning we woke either aghast or agape at what had taken shape over night...

Hopefully today's sunshine will do away with the color that has no business on April's tray

Unfurled like a banner of grace, blush and gold

The springboard to what waits to be breaks Time’s mold

A highway of hope and possibility

Unfolds from God’s covenant to you and me

Yon blanket of stars thins and flings o’er the earth

The grandeur of color in hymns of rebirth

The grail that refills what was drained by the dark

Burgeons like an ocean soon snuffed like a spark

Night’s fist, a mist-glove yields to a Higher Pow’r

Soft-kissed with the Love that beckon bud to flow’r

Inhale, exhale, darling, hope’s joy to the world

In blush-gold grace-banner of morn is unfurled

© Janet Martin

Sweet Precious Wow!

 After a bit of a roller-coaster week we are thrilled to announce the birth of our grand-daughter

on Friday! Both mother and baby are doing well!

Not ready yet to fret about the ways that wait to test and try

Enough for now to simply snuggle, cuddle, kiss and rock-a-bye

Earth is a plateau where both highs and lows alloy and drive us wild

Heaven is never nearer than in the joy of a newborn child  

Not ready yet to think about how soon you’ll sit or walk or talk

Enough for now, sweet precious Wow, to simply snuggle, kiss and rock

© Janet Martin

 Makes me re-appreciate this quote!

All Part Of The Journey

"It's all part of the journey" I remind my daughter as she tries not to fret the arrival of

Sweet Little One not here yet

Now uphill, now downhill

Now tiptoe, now tumble

From green leaf to bramble

Now amble, now fly

New morning, new drama

Like clicks of a camera

Now daughter, now mama

Now grandma, oh my

Now hello, now so long

Now mellow, now too strong

Now glad song, now sad song

Now trembling, now brave

Now heartache, now honey

Now solemn, now funny

All part of the journey

From cradle to grave

Now pushing and shoving

Now patient and loving

Tell me oh my darling

How could we succeed

Without friends to cheer us

Without loved ones near us

Without God to hear us

And grant what we need

© Janet Martin

And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.
Phil.4:19