Farewell, Sweet May

 

Farewell, sweet belle, the dell is feathered with gold willow-down

The apple-orchard petals dazzle us, then drift, wind-blown

The dust of planting season settles in a green-spun mist

And dandelion-sunbeams turn to haloes silver-kissed

The garden holds the hope of brimming baskets, harvest-heaped

The meadow is the colour of a cup of tea, mint-steeped

The flower border burgeons with the beginning of blooms

Where all through May we sensed the whir of Mother Nature’s looms

The brook is full of minnows teased by Little Boy’s bare feet

The air is full of melodies of chirp and tweet-tweet-tweet

The pasture is a picnic blanket spread ‘neath heaven’s arch

Where dawn to dusk is longer than it was in middle March

Each day is like an invitation everyone receives

A gladness-celebration for the loveliness of leaves

The barren limb is laden with the hymns that you compose

A lush and plush percussion where the pleasant zephyr flows

Farewell, sweet belle, you did your part to make the heart rejoice

You spilled your pansy font and filled the bowers with your voice

Farewell, sweet belle, you always seem to disappear so soon

But we are not too blue because you always bring us June

© Janet Martin

Never Too Old to Cherish...

After a long laundry-line full on Saturday I thought I had a head-start today!

Still lots for tomorrow plus whatever is hatching in hampers!

Whether it's never-ending laundry or other such chore

Soon time leaves us gaping at what is no more

no matter what stage we are in, it is a bubble about to pop!

So cherish💗

In the middle of the muddle

of whatever we are in

Whether kiss and cuddle baby

or a more teen-aged chagrin

Or, perhaps the nest we feathered

with a mother’s heart and soul

Is weathered, like a heart-shaped box

where echoes lilt and toll

Wherever, and whatever season

we are passing through

Pray that we cherish dearly

what will soon bid us adieu

Whether uphill puff and pedal,

whether downhill coast and glide

Soon dusk dons its gleaming medal,

Soon love sings here-comes-the-bride

Whether its chug-chug and puff-puff,

or run-run, like a gazelle

Live, laugh, love and pray, for today

always fades into farewell

Whether past time’s precious prime

or feeling like a super-star

Pray that we learn to cherish life

exactly where we are

© Janet Martin

(Inspired by a little conversation with my sister)

Mysterious Mosaic

Not all beauty is as easily recognizable as that of a flower...

or morning sky...

or precious, innocent child...

We all have our own version of Unspoken Broken, don't we?!

True Beauty in us is impossible until we entrust the pieces into

the loving Hands of the Healer of heart-hurts!

I can do all things through [a]Christ who strengthens me.

Phil.4:13

True Beauty is not always how we picture it should be

Where brokenness can blind us to beauty’s reality

For what is pleasing to the eye can trick the mind and heart

Into thinking that beauty is a perfect work of art

But beauty is a radiant reflection of ‘Release’

When, with our broken pieces, God begins His masterpiece

Beauty starts with the holy heart-work of humility

When at last yielded ‘yes’ replies ‘not I, but Christ in Me’

Then often, tis midst brokenness while shards still pierce and sting

That God can work His best for our good, in everything

For the capstone of beauty is begotten with great price

Not on a bed of roses, but a cross of sacrifice

While disappointment crushes and good intention seems cursed

We learn true beauty’s brushstrokes are not beautiful at first

But, just as God the Father saw beyond The Crucified

Beyond the painful hour to many souls justified

We learn to look beyond the broken to the Hand that heals

We learn that beauty is far more than how one looks or feels

True beauty is in what we know in spite of what we see

The grace whereby our weakness cries ‘not I, but Christ in Me’

As we admit our need; submit, commit our way to His

And undergo a slow and sacred metamorphosis

As glory of The Artist starts to shine through crack and crease

We begin to glimpse designs of Love's Divine Masterpiece

Mysterious mosaic, as God gathers doubts and fears

He melds/mends the broken spirit with confession's tender tears

And fashions from the fragments of our utter selves denied

A Beauty we were blind to while we wallowed in our pride

Mysterious mosaic, as our brokenness is healed

In the light of God's mercy, there, true beauty is revealed

 

© Janet Martin

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, 

but Christ lives in me. 

The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, 

who loved me and gave himself for me.

Gal.2:20

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters,

 in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, 

holy and pleasing to God--this is your true and proper worship.

Romans 12:1

Your Faithfulness, Oh Lord, Our God

Oh God, our Help in Ages Past

In some homes/nests (after chatting with a few young moms recently)

 little birdies wake at the crack of dawn

and it isn't long before mummy and/or daddy's wings already feel frayed and frazzled 

and it isn't even 9:00 a.m.! 

In other nests little birdies have grown up and flown the coop/ shelter of parental wings...

and all they can do is look up to He who careth for them 

and ask Him to cover their 'beloved birdies' with the feathers of His wings 

and protect them from a world full of danger and evil, 

some of it so enticingly (and popularly) on display!

The God of the ages is faithful!

The God of Mother Mary is faithful to mothers and fathers

grandparents and great-grandparents the world over

to all who put their trust in Him

Your faithfulness, oh Lord, our God

Is our hope and stay

Where change wields its insistent rod

You do not shift or sway

Your faithfulness, man's very present 

Help in time of need

It eclipses the circumstance

To kindly intercede

Your faithfulness is heaven-high

Your judgments ocean-deep

No fragment of Your truth slips by

That you forget to keep 

Your faithfulness attunes in us

Love's meeker melody

Hope, through heartache, the genesis

Of perfect harmony

Your faithfulness, the Wing that draws

Us where Your Law/love presides

And we can rest secure because

Your faithfulness abides

© Janet Martin

Your mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; 

Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.

Psalm 36:5

He will cover you with his feathers, 

and under his wings you will find refuge; 

his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Psalm 91:4

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, 

and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. 

Are you not much more valuable than they?

Matt.6:26

May Hem (or, is it Heaven's Hem?)

 a glimpse of today's inspiration

It dapples puddles beneath feet

Of laughter innocent and sweet...

It washes shorelines with a song

We have not heard in far too long...

To soak in nature-sculpted nooks

And watch the fisher trawling brooks...

A bolt of fabric, (or, a jolt of magic) flower-spun...

Unrolls beneath the beaming sun

Through bowers burgeoning, bright green

With glints of gold splashed in between...

It washes shorelines with a song

We have not heard in far too long

It decks fruit trees with blossom-show

Then flecks the foliage below

With soundless storms of petal snow

A bolt of fabric, flower-spun

Unrolls beneath the beaming sun

Through bowers burgeoning, bright green

With glints of gold splashed in between

Where long a cold white sash had been

A rush like rivers on the air

Flows through flushed woodland’s lofty flare

While shadow-pools deepen until

There are no shallows left to fill

Beneath the arc where whispers spill

It tickles silver-sparkling streams

Rekindles garden-dinner dreams

Planted in carrots, taters, corn

The heart feels like the world at morn

With vigor, vim and verve reborn

Ancient and stalwart, lilacs frill

The fringes of hollow and hill

They dot the land, like faithful guards

Keeping vigil over graveyards

And feet-forsaken boulevards

Its hemline skims the luring banks

Where people loll in easy thanks

With picnic baskets, blankets, books

To soak in nature-sculpted nooks

And watch the fisher trawling brooks

It dapples puddles beneath feet

Of laughter innocent and sweet

It is a butterfly, a bird

A poem without form or word

A sense of dust that childhood stirred

Is it Heaven or May that trails

Its hemline over rills and vales

To waken bracken, tightly curled

Like fists of green softly unfurled

To weave a winsome wonderworld

© Janet Martin

To waken bracken, tightly curled

Like fists of green softly unfurled...

May Medley

Today's somewhat tardy poem muddled its way through

a myriad of chores, errands and such...

(such as just now, chasing washed winter coats that blew off the line

 in this wildly windy, dusty, hot afternoon!

We really need rain!

An early morning

grocery-greenhouse run left me still looking for a few things 

I was unable to get on round one...

Muffins over-baked

 midst food-prep;

Greek salad fixings and veggies for quickie-lunches-to-go

 

...midst putting supper in the crockpot 

...midst phone calls

trying to find a greenhouse not sold out of stevia!

I found one 😊

The coral dahlia below winked at me in one greenhouse (easing the disappointment) 

while I was told regretfully, they were sold out of stevia.

May is always a busy month but may we never lose focus on what truly matters

 midst the mayhem...

Take time to take pleasure in its quick offerings, like lilacs 

and Solomon's seal...

May we make our May day's count for more than numbers ticked off

on a calendar!

May we seek to count our blessings rather than complain or stare

At life’s holes that gape with questions that shape meekness into prayer

May we not miss The Big Picture, intent on what seems amiss

May we learn to trust the Teacher, knowing life is more than This

May we do what we are able through He who helps and equips

And keeps our footing stable in a hand that never slips

May we vow to make now matter as if God was plain to see

May we try to serve our Master with love and humility

May we sense amidst the muddle of struggle and suffering

Someone greater than the trouble that this world is sure to bring

May we bear each other’s burden rather than dodge Duty’s Call

May we learn to truly love the One who loves us above all

© Janet Martin

1 Cor.10:31

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do,

do it all for the glory of God.

The song below echoes the message in Ann Voskamp's post today!

If you read this could you pray for Ann?!!

She has been through so much lately!

God is Good -Jonathan McReynolds

Because Of What Yet Waits To Be...(Eternity)

Phil Mickelson makes history as he wins the PGA at 50 years old!

Whenever I witness the joy of the winner

in a competition (esp. one that goes against the odds)

 I can't help but think about

the unsurpassed joy of the victory of the believer

when the race is run/victory won and (against all would-be odds) 

we lay hold of the Prize,

possible through the victory of Christ on the cross

when He uttered 'it is finished',

just before He died and paid sin's debt

then rose again because Death is not the victor for all who put

our faith in Christ!

This Hope changes our perspective and objective 

from the temporal to the eternal!

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.

But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 

I press on toward the goal to win the prize 

for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

Phil.3:13-14 

(Phil. for Philippians, not Phil Mickelson😄)

Because what was will be no more

And what will be we cannot see

Where morning flings ajar Time’s door

We ought to step through rev’rently

To meet this measure of God’s grace

To treat it like a treasured prize

Because this wisp of time and place

Is like a spark that upward flies

Because what was is always set

In fathoms of mercy renewed

We ought to meet morn’s gracious ‘yet’

With conscientious gratitude

Where moments gather to become

The sum of sacred reckoning

Who knows when we will be borne from

Time’s tugging tide of beckoning

Because what was none can retrace

And what yet waits we cannot tell

We ought to tread with steadfast faith

This brink between heaven and hell

Where morning like a gleaming sea

Of beauty over brokenness

Washes shores of eternity

In love’s unbridled faithfulness

© Janet Martin

Where morning like a gleaming sea of beauty over brokenness

washes shores of eternity...

Hooray for May Day!

We smile because God in control, consoles the broken world with blooms...

May makes us glad to feel at home on earth’s green-gilded loam, the trees

Have broken wide bark-cups that spill into a billion melodies

They fill the air and thrill the prayers of we with ears tuned to the chime

Of flower-bells and dandy yellow-lions bobbing perfect time

May is a broom that sweeps out rooms of doom and gloom beneath our skin

It flings ajar the shutters of the heart and lets the sunshine in

Where labour of the hand is sweeter than it was, because the earth

Renewed after the winter, beams with nature’s miracles of birth

May wears a lilac-perfumed breeze and teases bees to bumble-buzz

And guzzle nectar from a chalice dainty as there ever was

We smile because God in control, consoles the broken world with blooms

He satisfies the longing soul with goodness brimming from plumbed plumes

May plays a hymn of hope renewed and happiness in simple things

Like picnics in the fresh-clad woods and concerts from minstrels with wings

Like lying on a dappled quilt beneath the gilt of sun-spun leaf

To laugh while shadows tickle toes and kiss the curves of care and grief

Like orchard-ballrooms filled with ballerinas in blush-pink tutus 

Like puddles of forget-me-nots and tots as they kick off their shoes

May makes us feel like royalty in palaces of grass and sky

May is a happy hip-hooray of spark rekindled in time's eye 

A day in May is like a gem placed in the palm of outstretched hands

It is an orchestra that a perfect and kind Maestro commands

It is God’s touch upon the shoulder of a very needy world

To make us glad to stand upon a banner of Goodness unfurled

© Janet Martin

Psalm 107:8-9 & 21-22 & 31 KJV

Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness,

and for his wonderful works to the children of men!

 For he satisfieth the longing soul, 

and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.

Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, 

for his wonderful works to the children of men!

And let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, 

and declare his works with rejoicing.

Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, 

and for his wonderful works to the children of men!