Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Today-Tree...and Today's 'Dave Update'

How about this flower, suggested little Luke as we picked a bouquet for his mom.

No, that flowers is all done, I explained.
See its petals by your feet?

"Oh! You poor, poor flower" mourned Luke, "you will never be a flower again."

(I should pick it. A spent bloom retains its own special beauty.)

 The hour blooms then fades away
Its flower always in Today
While past expands its ether lands
And turns a color-world to gray

What was will not return again
Dusk seals each day with night’s amen
No pleading prayer ignites the flare
Of season’s scattered ash, my friend

We laugh, toil, sing and drink and eat
And oft forget, when life is sweet
The dearness of hours we love
Until sorrow stills dancing feet

And then we bow beneath the tree
That lent the bloom that bent the knee
…with solemn sighs we bid goodbyes
To petals of what used to be

…where flower blooms and then abates
Where mercy meters what yet waits
Where we who hold what dusk will fold
Learn to trust God for budded gates

© Janet Martin

 The Lord watches over you.

Today's 'Dave update'

Thank-you for your prayers!
His wife sent this update a few hours ago!

 Hi Everyone
Just a quick update on Dave, I phoned down to the hospital this morning to see how his night was, Nurse said he had a really good night, his breathing is good and he is taking bigger breathes. He even could cough up some stuff which made him feel much better. An Answer to our prayers, thank you for those.

I also had a good night sleep last night.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

While We Learn To Trust His Will

 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: 
because he trusteth in thee.

 The weather, like life, sometimes allows sudden light to stream through the storm...

The Unknown groans and oft we do not know how we should pray
Mercy atones ineptness; God hears what we cannot say
From founts of faith His love and grace bids fear’s turmoil ‘be still’
While we, students of love’s heartache must learn to trust His will

There are no Unknowns to He who sees, not with mortal gaze
His precepts taught in forums oft foreign to mankind’s ways
How small the visage of us all; God’s Reason veiled until
We see Him face to face; for now we learn to trust His will

The valley; who could bear it without God to calm and cheer
His Ever-present spirit whispers and comforts our tear
While we with step-by-step dependence climb Time’s holy hill
And cling to He who holds us while we learn to trust His will

© Janet Martin

Before I was afflicted I went astray,
but now I obey your word.
You are good and what you do is good;
teach me your decrees.

Stairway to God...and first update on Dave's injuries

Oh, sacred place of hope and grace and promises secure
The Lord will hear our cry and His reply is always best
No matter what befalls, the love of God is true and sure
And prayer is mankind’s solace when tempests of trial test

Futile for man to try to understand the mind of God
His thoughts and ways are higher and often misunderstood
For we see but in part; the Lord is merciful, His rod
Though it seems oh, so grievous is always for our good

Sweet hour of prayer, where God is there to comfort our plea
He succors our need and intercedes from up above
As ever, without limit flows His gentle sympathy
Where once upon a cross He proved the fullness of His love

Do not despair; our Lord is near, how dear His promises
He hears our call; his ears are always tuned to our cry
Where prayer is mankind’s stairway to God’s faultless faithfulness
His perfect intercession knows our need and will supply

© Janet Martin

SO much to pray for these days.
Please, pray with us for my brother Dave.
We are waiting word on his injuries after a work accident yesterday when
he was air-lifted to Hamilton hospital.
He is in much pain!

First update:
It appears that he fell onto his left side, and he broke his left collar bone, all the ribs on his left side, fractured bones in his mid to lower spine, he has a collapsed lung, and has a small tear in his spleen.
He has oxygen to help him breath because of his collapsed lung, and has a tube in his side draining out fluids.
He is in the Trauma Unit, and there is a nurse in his room monitoring him all the time.  He is in a lot of pain and is quite heavily medicated to try to control that.
At this time it looks like his injuries should heal on their own without surgery.

Let us continue to lift their family up in prayer, and pray that Dave will heal quickly, and that Karen and the children will have peace too.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Intricate Alloy

So much to learn as we train and teach...

Little ones have a way of teaching us when we think we're maxed out,
there's more in the tank than we thought!
They teach us the bigness in littleness. to truly live in the moment!

Learning as we’re teaching
Intricate alloy
Bowing while we’re reaching
Training girl and boy
As they open for us
Ways we never planned
Innocence so precious
Guiding 'wisdom’s' hand
Biggest lessons rendered
By life’s smallest throng
Little child so tender
Leading us along

© Janet Martin

Grail of Grateful Gladness

 It's a drippy morning, but stunning still!

Color cascades, gray-blue-yellow
Over heaven’s wall
Morning, like a jocund fellow
Metes time’s madrigal

Gifts too manifold to mention
Pour from grace-gilt grail
Summer’s streams in green redemption
Over hill and vale

Slow thy hurried wish and worry
Lest thou skimmest bow’rs
Where man’s Maker, rich in mercy
Mentors us with flow’rs

Touch Time’s yoke of season-splendour
With love’s humble awe
For its tokens, swift and tender
Yield to nature’s law

Not Want’s futile sigh
June attunes the heart to wonder
At God’s kind reply

© Janet Martin