Monday, June 3, 2019

Token of Triumph


 Used this pic years ago here
but I love it and so will share it again.
Says so much in so little!

Difference of opinion
Well, yes, we've had a few
Bumps along the way, hon
We sure have had them too
Words, best left unspoken
(Blush, shame on both you and me)
But Today is Triumph’s token;
Happy Anniversary

Marriage is the proof of
Two, fighting love’s good fight
Not because it’s easy, love
But because it's right
Keeping marriage vows, dear
Is not for faint of heart
But worth each mile-smile-cheer-tear
If we both do our part

Then as the years fly by, hon
The mem’ries we create
Will be the sacred reason
For us to celebrate
For we know the full truth, hon
…what others do not see
Thus revering each milestone;
Happy Anniversary

© Janet Martin

Love Makes The Difference


Celebrating 31 years of marriage today!
The weather on our wedding day was also cool like today 
but then came the scorching summer-drought of '88!
this photo was taken last September on our 'second honeymoon'


Today, clad in the mad rush of love's what-yet-waits-to-be
Draws us to Time-tried tarmac like a tug-boat to the sea
Life’s little repetitions, casting Past’s vast influence
Would drain us of ambitions, but love makes the difference

For without love, man’s toil would be a hard-fought happiness
And Woman would be (without love) unpaid maid and mistress
And marriage without love, what bondage then, the ties that bind
But love makes all the difference; love, long-suffering and kind

The Greatest of These, Love, is unlike all else that man bears
Love that begins with blush and kiss must bear the brunt of cares
It puts int’rests of others first, it does not rule or boss
(God gave us love’s example; His son on Calvary’s cross)

Then, by the grace of He who gave His best Deliverance
We give our best, lest we forget; love makes the difference
And though we do not know what waits; love lives to tell the tale
For this we know, through love's Creator, love will never fail

Then, while we weather Time together, surprised by love’s joy
Where ripples reach far, far beyond the moments we employ
Let’s live love’s ‘have and hold until death parts’ with reverence
Humbly aware in all we bear, love makes the difference

© Janet Martin

and a favourite love song
The Rose


Sunday, June 2, 2019

Still Finding Holes...:)




Don't you love first bloom/green
before there are holes in the leaves?





We all have something more to learn no matter what our age
The lessons life taught us, in Time will turn today’s youth sage
Now we are at a loss for words, where once they poured with pride
Like rushing streams, still high on dreams and theory untried

So while we pick up pieces of what once we thought we knew
We should be kind and gracious, while they learn this lesson too
And pray that God would grant an extra angel to keep guard
While they find out that Truth stands firm no matter who we are

…and given Time and love enough the best that we can bring
Is a more patient listening ear and Mercy’s outspread Wing
While those still bold with laughter and reason, still raw and rough
Will find the holes they could not see till given Time enough

© Janet Martin



Saturday, June 1, 2019

Let's Sit A Bit...


 Happy June!!


Come, let’s just sit a bit my dear, and watch the garden grow
For soon its bloom will disappear beneath a sheath of snow
Come, let’s recline and watch the vine climb sunshine’s golden gate
In tints of mint and lime, let’s watch spring’s Paean celebrate

Come, let’s just sit a bit and leave those to-do lists alone
For even now Time’s grit and grin carves Beauty to the bone
And soon high noon of June wears hints of first green’s lullaby
The flower of the hour fades, June traded for July

Come, let’s just sit a bit and sip the wine of pure sunshine
Let’s let the lilt of leaf-song stir in us rapture divine
For from the barren limb the bud bursts into hymns of praise
And thrills our hearts with wonder at the art that fills man’s gaze

Come, let’s just sit a bit, my friend, for Time began its toll
In a garden, where we still feel God nearer to the soul
...and here In The Beginning of another year of bloom
The garden feels a little like Heaven’s grand waiting room

So, let’s just sit a bit and revel in the rush of Time
Let’s watch the world as it unfurls in swirls of mint and lime
Come, let’s recline and watch the vine before its brittle stem
Is all that remains of spring-summer’s unchained diadem

© Janet Martin










To The Class Of We Who Are Getting Older


Happy 55th birthday, Hubby!

 Wow, it feels like we simply spin a wheel and another year has passed!
Jim, here is your favorite kind of poem; short😊😍😝

Seasoned Thrills...

No use in pretending
What none can disguise
Where each day is sending
New kinds of surprise
in creak, grunt and groan
as we ease out of beds
and the only youth we own
is inside our heads
But that's okay, darling
If the good Lord so wills
We are just at the beginning
Of love's 'seasoned thrills'

So here's to hoping whatever we weather
We (try to) enjoy coping and discovering 'seasoned thrills' together!
Love, your wife




It’s the prick and the kick and the stumble
The sting in the un-compliment
That keeps the whole lot of us humble
And glad for the simple content
Of living each moment with honour
And knowing, no matter what waits
The One who has granted the hour
No Charge of His Mercy forsakes

It’s the hope and the joy of love’s promise
The looking for something Far More
That keeps the sad lot of us honest
With what only fools will ignore
For oh, what a pitiful struggle
If, after Time’s unflinching Must
All that we accrue for its trouble
Is nothing but ashes and dust

It’s the arm flung over a shoulder
The more selfless, tenderer touch
That keeps we who are getting older
From not minding it quite so much
Where there is no hope of returning
To lavish Youth’s lust of the eye
But always new seasons of learning
And always new reasons to try

It’s finding a beauty much sweeter
Than frames before visage unfurled
It’s seeing, as wrinkles run deeper
Life’s finest faces in the world
It’s tasting, in utter amazement
The flavors of kick-prick-and-sting
And finding a purer replacement
That only surrender can bring

It’s making the most of each moment
Where aches and pains will have their say
It’s seeing the gift, not the garment
It’s treasuring ev’ry new day
It’s laughing instead of lamenting
What none have the means to escape
It’s thanking instead of pretending
As the truth of lost youth takes shape

© Janet Martin

 
Psalm 40:4
Blessed is the man who has made the LORD his trust, who has not turned to the proud, nor to those who lapse into falsehood!

 
Proverbs 16:20
Whoever heeds instruction will find success, and blessed is he who trusts in the LORD.

 "But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him.
Jer.17:7

 For distress does not spring from the dust, and trouble does not sprout from the ground.
However, if I were you, I would appeal to God and lay my cause before Him…
Job 5:6-8