I Do Not Want To Grow Too Old...

blink-blink and another day is in the books!

My youngest sister hosted our annual Mom's Birthday Tea this morning!

(Photo used with her permission😀)

So, from this...

 to this one below

in a matter of a couple hours

Caramel Apple Dessert Pizza

The highlight; tasting everyone's contribution!

Every day we all have one thing in common; getting older!

I pray I may never get too old to lose the wonder of it all!

I do not want to grow too old to thrill when morning’s rose unfolds...

(or dusk's purple and gold)

I do not want to grow too old to thrill when morning’s rose unfolds

To miss the grace-kissed joy unfurled in a four-season wonder-world

And find no kind delight that sings from life’s most sweet and simple things

Or lose the spark that lights the fire that keens the flame of love’s desire

Or in seasoned consistencies walk blind to fresh discoveries

Where life’s Orchestrator instills and fills each day with miracles

I do not want to grow too old to cherish what no one can hold

But learn to love as if today was the last mile on life’s highway

And treat time’s tip-o’-hat and nod for what it is; a gift from God

That grants no guarantee but one; eternity when life is done

Thus, in this very sacred flit I want to make the most of it

To stand beneath the poetry of God and glimpse His majesty 

I do not want to grow too old to lose the sense of moment-gold

I do not want the circumstance to drown the music in the dance

But, pray each day life’s happiness begins and ends with thankfulness

Where fellowmen are fellow friends weathering whatever life sends

For we are altogether bound for that immortal common ground

And no one knows how near or far to that last steppingstone we are

I do not want to grow too old to marvel at Mercy's 'behold'

Behold the day the Lord has made, behold the debt that he has paid

Behold His everlasting love, His Word's abundant treasure trove

Behold the promises we claim if we have trusted in His name

Behold the beauty He bestows to crown life's thorns with hope's red rose

I do not want to grow too old to grow wonder one-hundred-fold

© Janet Martin

A copy of this Psalm was in one of mom's birthday cards...

I do not want the circumstance to drown the music in the dance...💖

November Bliss

PAD Challenge day 10: For today's prompt, write a nature poem.

To linger in the golden rains of autumn’s falling leaves

To steep in farewell’s fond refrains awash with memories

To wrestle with the afterglow of Glints of Paradise

As November puts on a show that takes us by surprise

To look a little longer where the grove is turning gray

To satisfy soul-hunger from nature’s dwindling buffet

To read between fence and skyline, the kind of poetry

That needs no words to dignify the Author’s mastery

To wear with kinder fervor time’s small dust-stitches of skin

And magnify the Server of each breath that we draw in

To tread upon the rustling hush of woodland’s winnowed song

With something like a lover’s blush beneath Autumn’s ‘so-long’

© Janet Martin

I'd say it like Samuel Taylor Coleridge if I could...

Worship Renewed (With Gratitude)

Life felt a bit heavy when I first got up this morning...

Doom and gloom headlines can steal the bloom of joy

just like that...

Better to lift our cup up the the One who overflows skylines

and timelines with everlasting wonder and/of love...

'Ah, see the world dew-pendant pearled, where daybreak steals the show'...

It is not hard on a morning like this

to 'Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; '

and to 'give thanks to him and praise his name.'

Psalm 100:4

Do not give up; but lift life’s cup of learning to thy lips

Trust in the Hand that pours time’s sand through scars to fingertips

Who breathes upon the dark of dawn until it disappears

Who stokes the reed of soul and seed with Mercy’s smiles and tears

Count not for naught the noble thought that sparks the kindly deed

Revere the care that stirs the prayer that groans from frames of need

And lean on he who drapes the lea with silver scarves of mist

Who stuns our gaze with wonder’s ways though hurts and griefs persist

Aha, the bell twixt heav’n and hell tolls with mercy renewed

And fills the earth with living’s Worth that births meek gratitude

And heaps Hope’s trays that leap with praise that snuffs the foolish plea

Till all we truly covet is more love, My God for thee

Ah, see the world dew-pendant pearled, where daybreak steals the show

And bends the commonplace with grace as skylines overflow

From fathoms of goodness and love dawn throbs with ‘I AM He

Who fills thy cup that you lift up with My sufficiency

© Janet Martin

I was going to share only verse nine from Psalms 96

until I read the whole chapter and wanted you to have the pleasure too!!

Psalm 96

Sing to the LORD a new song;

sing to the LORD, all the earth.

2Sing to the LORD, bless His name;

proclaim His salvation day after day.

3Declare His glory among the nations,

His wonderful deeds among all peoples.

4For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised;

He is to be feared above all gods.

5For all the gods of the nations are idols,

but it is the LORD who made the heavens.

6Splendor and majesty are before Him;

strength and beauty fill His sanctuary.

7Ascribe to the LORD, O families of the nations,

ascribe to the LORD glory and strength.

8Ascribe to the LORD the glory due His name;

bring an offering and enter His courts.

9Worship the LORD in the splendor of His holiness;

tremble before Him, all the earth.

10Declare among the nations: “The LORD reigns!”

The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved;

He will judge the peoples with equity.

11Let the heavens be glad

and the earth rejoice;

let the sea resound,

and all that fills it.

12Let the fields exult,

and all that is in them.

Then all the trees of the forest

will sing for joy 13before the LORD,

for He is coming—

He is coming to judge the earth.

He will judge the world in righteousness

and the peoples in His faithfulness.

Let the fields exult...

As Long As Life Remains

PAD Challenge day 3: For today's prompt, take the phrase "As (blank)," 

replace the blank with a new word phrase, 

make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

(Playing with these prompts as time allows!)

Oh there's another title for this prompts haha! '

As Time Allows

Young at Heart Frank Sinatra

As long as life is granted, pray

That I/we may learn the art

(Though nothing keeps the years at bay)

Of staying young at heart

Then though the seasons take their toll

Beneath their staid finesse

May I/we retain in heart and soul

A youthful loveliness

Where as the winds of change persist

To weather wizened limb

Beneath the tresses, silver-kissed

May Youth’s sparkle yet brim

Like a gnarled tree laden with fruits

Of pure and humble truth

May Beauty’s finest attributes

Inspire green of youth

Each season is a work of art

Like links in daisy-chains

To keep us ever young at heart

As long as life remains

© Janet Martin

Love Does Not Promise Easy Street...

 

Love does not promise Easy Street

Or lap of luxuries

But pulls plans from beneath our feet

To bring us to our knees

Love, though a many-splendored thing

Kindling desire’s sighs

Soon startles dreamers with the sting

Of ashes in our eyes

Love hones hearts to humility

With others first in mind

In the face of hostility

Love is patient and kind

No matter what thrills and delights

It will not be enough

Until we set our keenest sights

On learning how to love

The lifelong scholarship of love

Would drain all grin and grit

But for the faultless Promise of

The One who authored it

By loving grace and discipline

He helps us all life through

To wear the shoes that we are in

With purpose, glad and true

  

Then, when the gold of love runs blue

And snuffs the wishing star

Love is not something that we do

But something that we are

  

© Janet Martin

Col.3:14-15

And above all these put on love, 

which binds everything together in perfect harmony. 

 And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, 

to which indeed you were called in one body. 

And be thankful.

Autumnal Eventide Aria

Twice (yesterday and today) this post wanted to be a morning poem

but by the time it was complete it is an autumn eventide poem/aria...

Enjoy! and forgive the 'stumbles'... 

Time’s trodden track of centuries bestows beneath our feet

Unbroken sod, uncharted seas, where man and morning meet...

Time’s trodden track of centuries bestows beneath our feet

Unbroken sod, uncharted seas, where man and morning meet

Life’s best and worst is blessed and cursed with universal need

Where pilgrims of hunger and thirst once more, by grace, proceed

Earth dons a burnished afterglow as woodland lamplight dims

As leaves, like freshly-fallen snow, lie silent ‘neath stark limbs

As day starts to unravel breath by breath its lathe unfurls

Thoroughfares left to travel, riddled with potholes and pearls

Life’s murmur of existence shimmers like a sun-tossed leaf

No measure of resistance can thwart Time’s four-season Chief

Where this day that the Lord has made, none can take credit for

Or blush beneath the accolades as dawn swings back its door

How reckless to suppose this speck of Being that we brave

Is nothing but a feckless trek from cradle to the grave

How reassuring to be held in love that knows no bounds

As centuries and seasons meld His changeless Word resounds

Time’s trodden track of centuries hinges to now and here

Where, like the banner of a breeze our footfalls disappear

Into autumnal eventide; a wafted wisp that weaves

Impressions of a countryside asleep beneath the leaves

© Janet Martin

Life’s murmur of existence shimmers like a sun-tossed leaf...

Into autumnal eventide; a wafted wisp that weaves

Impressions of a countryside asleep beneath the leaves...

For Fence-Crowders

I'm trying to keep 'my eye on the furrow 

and my hand on the plow'

but wow, not an easy task 

while poem-breakers surge 

 where leaf ballerinas twirl 

and wanna-be-ballads waltz !

Sometimes duty feels like a fence

Where obligation bars

The gate between toil's diligence

And pastures full of stars

Sometimes responsibility

And ballad-bearers clash

As seasons throb with poetry

Where hands of time are brash

But in a world so full of ways

To amaze and enthrall

It is enough to sing the praise

Of He who authors all

And should a breath or two perchance

Be wrangled into word

Pray it will stir the heart to dance

In worship to our Lord

Then, though duty does not resign

Where obligation bars

The gate, may thankfulness outshine

Yon pasture full of stars

Because the One so full of love

Where hope and mercy brim

Will overflow joy's treasure-trove

With the wonder of Him

© Janet Martin

Isa.25:1

O LORD, You are my God. I will exalt You,

 I will praise Your name,

 For You have done wonderful things;

 Your counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

How Great Thou Art

From Rent Reservoirs

Beauty and duty distractions kept me from my keyboard this morning...

but not from worship!

Surely the hour is an altar awaiting our sacrifice of praise!

Not difficult on a morning like today!

(I linked to the word brigantine in the poem

because grand-sonny wondered why grandma was looking at boat pictures)😊

He arrived while I was working on the first stanza

which is why my morning poem became an afternoon poem

...with a message that is wonder-full any time of day or night!

Once again, like yesterday, the sunrise was like listening to an orchestra...

From mercy’s boundless reservoir new morning meets its mark

On daybreak’s brigantine once more passengers reembark

Who knows what waits where welkin gates are grandly flung ajar

Where, only when time’s tide abates will we have won faith’s war

Heavens unfold the glory of love’s kind mercy renewed

Where we behold but fringes of unfathomed magnitude

Praise He who cups earth’s marbled globe in absolute control

And as we touch the hemline of His robe, He makes us whole

The train of the king’s glory fills the temple of the earth

Then tell the old, old, story of the Saviour’s lowly birth

Of how he left Perfection mankind’s sin-debt to atone

How, with His resurrection death and hell were overthrown

…and how all who believe in Him receive the gift of grace

Eternal life; no sentence grim when death’s dark door we face

Then come what may, where mercy’s kind compassion is renewed

We face the day with peace of mind and humble gratitude

...for He who rends dark yonder with a glimpse of Majesty

Where hearts thunder with wonder at whispers of 'let there be'

As mercy breaks the bower of the bud with crimson rose

And from a reservoir of love, God's goodness overflows

© Janet Martin

After the sun rose it disappeared for a little while...

...only to reappear with a sky-wide smile!

Sorry for so many pics 

but trying to pick only a handful out of a couple hundred wow-some photos

is no small joy-task!

Psalms 50:2 - 

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, 

God hath shined.