Ah, Rush of Day...

Just imagine if there would be as much focus

on salvation for the immortal soul

as there is on climate-change...

 and the environment!

How can one fully and honourably teach on the subject 

after rejecting The Cornerstone?!

Small wonder the world is in a state of mass confusion/ignorance!

Oh! poor, poor world, scientifically smart and spiritually ignorant!

Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.

Matt.24:42

Ah, rush of day you brush away

The hours, one by one

You ope the books of slopes and brooks

With rise and set of sun

Where what we earn by what we learn

From season’s turning page

Does not unveil its total scale

But simply sets the stage

Ah, subtle sweep where sow and reap

Replenishes its charge

Where circuits surge and mutely merge

With Bygone’s bolted barge

While time sustains what time soft-drains

Future to history

Till last exhale dissolves the veil

Twixt Time and ‘ternity

Ah, tender tug where hold and hug

Turns into letting go

Where time goes by as you and I

Learn how little we know

Ah, rush of day you brush away

Tick-tock-shaped steppingstones

Until the soul reveals the whole

Undressed of skin and bones

© Janet Martin

Rekindled Comradery...with Fall

It was a fall-ish sun-cloud windy work/play in/near the garden all day...

A chill instills itself it seems

Beneath the surface of our dreams

It rekindles comradery

With knitted things and cups of tea

Fall sparks a storm, wild with desire

For welcome warmth of home-sweet-fires

For supper hour’s muffled blues

For late-day shower’s brooding hues

Fall fills earth’s quills with adjectives

And wakes an ache for what yet lives

While death stalks ev’ry frond and flow’r

With that against which none have pow’r

Fall charms us with its flashy flair

Transforms each hill into a stair

Where if we care to take the time

It will be very worth the climb

Where He from whom all wonders flow

Amazes us with nature’s show

And we feel like an honoured guest

Brag-worthy poor and richly blessed

For fall finds ways to win our hearts

With art only autumn imparts

Ah, gold, magenta, garnet, mauve

Ah, garden’s tangled treasure trove

Ah, harvest spilt in answered prayer

Ah, Beauty lilting everywhere

Ah, glory days of sky and sod

As ah/awe tunes humble praise to God

© Janet Martin

Summer's Embers...

“Have you ever given orders to the morning,
    or shown the dawn its place, 
 that it might take the earth by the edges
    and shake the wicked out of it? 
 The earth takes shape like clay under a seal;
    its features stand out like those of a garment.
Job 38:12-14 

Above us banks of clouds

Glow like a dying fire

Below the misty morn enshrouds

The stage of cricket-choir

A symphony of sound

From summer’s embers swell

Its rush of flower-hours bound

Like sheaves upon the fell

 

A tempest, still at bay

Rouses the heart to sense

Beyond the cricket’s rippling lay

The fireside’s recompense

Where now the gourd yet beams

Like lanterns from yon slope

Where now the faithful farmer gleans

The aftermath of hope

And trees toss glossy manes

And clap their leafy limbs

Before the stilling autumn rains

Strip woodlot of its hymns

And leaves life’s music strewn

Like little mementos

Of once upon an afternoon

And summer’s beaming rose

© Janet Martin

Life Is Precious, Serious Business

 Life is serious business~

Charles Stanley

 

Life is a precious business full of pressures, plans and cares

Its payoff drains our pockets, spills in teardrops, smiles and prayers

It seasons tides that rush and recede with sunrise and set

To wash away what is with what the morrow will beget

Life is a serious business no one can afford to waste

Time is more than mere moments moving through man’s touch and taste

It draws us through a Door that opens to Forevermore

Thus we should give more earnest heed to what none should ignore

Life is a gift; its business more than moneyed merchandise

Or hustle-bustle hold, let go, or hellos and goodbyes

And if God granted just one glimpse of what Death will achieve

Not one soul would be lost for all would repent and believe

Life is a sacred business; busyness for all its good

Should never be the reason for not seeking who we should

For Time is such a little place; and then, eternity

Oh, God forbid we think that life exists in what we see

© Janet Martin

Although I live in Canada our troubles are much the shameful same!

We live in foolish times...
Pondering Principles
by Dr. Alan K. Snyder

For The Summer That Was...Happy First Day of Fall

Instead of ice-cream with a cherry on top it's

sun-showers with a rainbow on top!

After the sun-sweet sweep of flower-hours fades and falls

Prey to time’s ways that treat our gaze to seasoned beck-and-calls

After warm lithesome laughter melts like waves upon the sand

Summer becomes an echo wafting soft across the land

The exodus of such a love should have a grand parade

To show appreciation for the memories we made

But somehow summer always seems to slip into thin air

While we are busy looking, running over here and there

Did she just drift up, up like thistle-seed and disappear

Or did she slip from earth’s cheek like a tiny, shiny tear

She is so much like family we wish that she would stay

But I guess her successor always brushes her away

Let’s give her, just for old time’s sake one more round of applause

Let’s blow a kiss and thank her for the fine summer that was

Then let’s be brave and buck up for what we know waits to be

All good things must come …oh! Look at that gorgeous autumn tree

© Janet Martin

There is no denying it...Autumn is making it's presence known in short order.

Colorful trees begin to catch our oohs and a-ahs off-guard
and captivate our reluctant pleasure...

tonight wears a chill as it tucks fall's first day beneath a wet wing.

We enjoyed a few rousing rounds of rainbows as well on this first fine fall day!