Love and Glimpses It Grants

Can it really be three years since hubby and I

were introduced to a whole new world of love; Grand-parenthood.

Happy Birthday Grand-sonny!

oh, what a joyful three years it has been!

First Birthday..

(Brantley has overcome his fear of blue icing 😊)

Second Birthday...

(third Birthday pics will wait till tomorrow.

they are recovering today from a 2:50 a.m. arrival home 

from the other grandparents in Nova Scotia

 after multiple delayed/rebooked flights!)

Love, what strange familiar angles

Tries the keeper of its prize

Wrangling from tender heart-tangles

Happiness cut down to size

Love, what lessons stun the creature

In the thick of its regale

As we learn to trust the Teacher

Of a law that does not fail

Love, what pleasure fills its laughter  

Love, what pain its sorrow braves

Love, life’s bitter-sweetest After

In the echoes it engraves

Love, a little glimpse of heaven

On this stricken sweep of sod

Love, like a gift always given

Let's us glimpse its Giver, God  

© Janet Martin

Hour After Hour or To We Who Believe...

He meets us in the moment

Even before we ask

He grants sufficient grace and strength

To fit us for the task

Where hour after hour

Till time falls at His feet

He offers us His hope and love

To make our joy complete

Ah, what more could we ask for

Than confidence to trust

To believe that we are able

Through Strength instilled in us

Where hour after hour

We are never alone

As through His glorious power

He makes His presence known

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 38:9
O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.

Like A Year...

 

Whispers riot in the quiet aftermath of having held

Twilight’s timbre tugs within her as woman and welkin meld

Longing lingers pointing fingers where her flawed farewells run wild

Mercy murmurs like a mother tucking in her sleepy child

Moment-tempo metes mementos dripping from the ticking clock

Breath-soft flickers harden into pictures solid as a rock

My, the saber of her labour can sever scenes subtly

As she staggers ‘neath a dagger that twists with what cannot be

Today’s mirror is much clearer than the one she used to hold

When much younger, she honed hunger bent on panning for fool’s gold

Now she grapples with the apple of time’s eye; sunset, sunrise

Gaping at the echoes taking shape before her very eyes

Seasons meter bitter-sweeter in the afterglow of youth

Reason reckons where proof beckons from the faultlessness of Truth

Wisdom humbles pride with stumbles teaching her about God’s grace

While the hour drops its flower like a tear year none can retrace

© Janet Martin

Bottomless Think-well...

 Seems a ton of these are written regularly...

Moaning like a wind through winter trees

Love hones its works of art

Where ink of highs and lows

Becomes a poem in the heart

That word cannot compose

It runs its fingers through

Places we cannot find

And surges like a sea, deep blue

Through channels of the mind

Its broken dreams are strewn

Beneath time’s tender toll

It gleams in salty sparkles hewn

Like diamonds from the soul

It wells and spills within

Torrent of grin and grit

That fills a book beneath our skin

With poems never writ

© Janet Martin

Optimizing, Upgrading and Downsizing

I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession 
and thanksgiving be made for all people—   
for kings and all those in authority, 
that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.  
This is good, and pleases God our Savior,  who wants all people to be saved 
and to come to a knowledge of the truth.  
 For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus,   
who gave himself as a ransom for all people. 
This has now been witnessed to at the proper time.   
And for this purpose I was appointed a herald and an apostle—
I am telling the truth, I am not lying—
and a true and faithful teacher of the Gentiles.

 Therefore I want the men everywhere to pray, 
lifting up holy hands without anger or disputing.

2 Tim.2:1-8

I am sharing the scripture reading from today's Daily Bread Devotion 

as a springboard to the New Year!

Thank-you dear reader, for stopping on this porch and my prayer this year is that 

each of us may grow in grace and knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. 

To him be glory both now and forever! Amen. 

 2 Pet.3:18

Below is my traditional New Year's Greeting...

a card my grandparent's received years ago.

 

What if instead of fearing, doubting

Arguing, debating, shouting

Slandering, boasting, back-biting

Worrying, badgering, fighting

Fretting, betting, wishing, wanting

Warring, criticizing, taunting

Belittling and berating

Jumping to conclusions, hating

Moping, grumbling, heckling, pining

Gloating, preening, undermining

Imagining what someone said

What if instead
we just prayed

© Janet Martin

Happy New Year

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