Dear Father Time

PAD Challenge day 22: For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem.

A new baby(for us a grand-daughter)

 always re-impacts me with the penmanship of Father Time...

photo credit: Brittany Ruppert

Dear Father Time, my, but your ink runs wild

I am grandmother yet I'm still a child

Beneath your touch, always fluent and firm

So much to let go and so much to learn

Salt-seasoned reasons to live, love and laugh

Beneath the flourish of your autograph

While round and round your carousel twirls

Slipping strange costumes over little girls

Bound to the beauty of duty and rhyme

Found in the truth of you, dear Father Time

Teach me to cherish the stroke of your pen

Teach me to teach morrow’s women and men

Teach me to walk, not weighed down with Unknown

But plant my feet on the street you set down

Now, drinking deep from the well of your ink

While a life-story is spilling its wink

While glory-days are not some far-off Thing

But the soft flutter, like butterfly’s wing

So, teach me to reach for flowers blooming grand

Dear Father Time, in the hours at hand

© Janet Martin

Sacred Sketch-pad

PAD Challenge say 21: For today’s prompt, write a sketch poem. 

Yesterday's 'sketch-pad' groaned with laden tables 

lovingly furnished by a fantastic cook; my sister-in-law! 

Easter celebrations included much precious family time

celebrating Something/Someone nothing/no one can erase;

 Life through Jesus' death and resurrection!

 "Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. 

Let nothing move you. 

Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord,

 because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain."

1 Cor.15:58 

Today's sketch-pad wears more modest Musts but with Sacred Purpose.

Praying His wonder to thunder through our blunders today!

Soft, as darkness dims to gray

Spreads the canvas of new day

Lend-ed to this earthy race

From a splendid hand of grace

Where dawn’s orchestra of Light

Fills these frames of faith with sight

Creator and creature meet

On Time’s featured music-sheet

Thought and deed’s intrinsic font

Wakes the war of will and want

Where the page soon wears love’s voice

God within unveiled through choice

Soft, on crofts of borrowed Here

Mingles dust of trust and tear

Where the artist and the art

Wrangle, torn twixt head and heart

Aware of the dye that flows

Through Time’s Certain Curtain Close

© Janet Martin

An Easter Exaltation Hymn

 The song below is an Easter Tradition on this blog.

Join in this hymn and worship Him for 

He is not here but is risen!

 Matt.28:9

Trade your tears for exultation

Join the charge angels employ

Worship the God of salvation

Turn your grief to songs of joy

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven

Join creation with each breath

Gone the curse that ended Eden

Jesus triumphs over Death

Let the Love of He who loved us

Enough to offer His Son

To be sin’s sacrifice for us

Stir our love for everyone

Jesus lives; man’s sin forgiven

Broke the bondage of the grave

Saviour of the World is risen

Praise the One who came to save

“It is finished” ends His mission

Resurrection proves His Might

Turns the Hour of contrition

Into victory and Light

Trade your tears for exaltation

Join the charge angels employ

Worship the God of salvation

Turn your life to songs of joy

© Janet Martin

Dark Days...

 
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The empty cross stuns His beloved

Sadly they turn away

Grief-stricken, shocked, homeward they trod

With nothing left to say

Their Lord and Master crucified

Before their very eyes

Then taken to the tomb where guards

Protect their ‘lifeless prize’

And did his followers replay

Yesterday’s hate-mad hours

And wonder why He held at bay

His miracle-rife powers

So much they do not understand

So much they can’t explain

Did they mistake the words He said?

Did they believe in vain?

Duty and love bid them begin

The tender tasks of death

The spices for the body and

Tears mingled with each breath…

© Janet Martin