Showing posts with label St. Jacobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Jacobs. Show all posts

Friday, September 18, 2015

While Man Argues...



 The earth is filled with your love, LORD; teach me your decrees. Ps.119:64

While man argues, bickers and boasts
And demands proof that God exists
He breathes on berm of breaking day
And heaps skylines with amethyst

While man fusses, frets and forgets
Bent on becoming, I AM keeps
The bud; it bursts in bloom and bread
Replenishing dust's still-life deeps

While man pushes, pulls, plans and pleads
And probes earth's pantheon for clues
God tends the universe and seeds
He deepens dusk with blue on blue

While man demands, dreams and derives
And depends, as he laughs-loves-lives
And while he takes and takes and takes
God gives and gives and gives…and gives

...while man argues, debates, denies
Demanding proof that God exists
He thunders in night's star-still skies
And breaks its dark with amethyst

© Janet Martin

We are blessed with much harvest being gathered in these beautiful, sunny days of September!
My mom was at the St. Jacob's Farmer's Market yesterday. She remarked how stand after stand was loaded with colorful goodness and my, how much we have to be thankful for!

Matt woke me when he got in last night...to tell me how amazing the sky looks.
 I told him this morning I really wish I would have gotten out of bed and marveled at the stars with him,
but after being up LATE the night/morning before to finish up some canning I was a sort of Zombie when I crawled out of that first deep sleep to try to understand what he was saying...
There is something intensely moving to stand beneath God's sky of lowered stars.

Friday, October 26, 2012

An Evening Prayer




 In St. Jacobs, Ont. the church bells peal out across the town, those precious, timeless hymns. (at 12:00 noon and 6:00 p.m.)


Dear Lord, before I lay me down to sleep
A thousand thoughts un-uttered press and plead
And though my soul is safe within Thy keep
And though I know Thou knowest every need
I have of Thee;  let me not seek slumber’s release
Without first lifting up my heart to Thee
In humble gratitude; Thy mercies never cease
In spite of vile, wretched humanity

In spite of mankind’s crass ingratitude
In spite of our vanity and lust
Each morning still Thy mercy is renewed
And love forgives our scrimmages of dust
Like dazzling dew, grace spills its mystery
In rampant glory on earth’s dark facade
Thou dost not leave us fumbling hopelessly
Lighting the Way that leads to Thee, oh God

Seasons do not resist Thee nor rebel
Nature submits to Thy holy command
Time labors on earth’s harsh four-season swell
And man will choose to trust or test the Hand
That holds all things in pure, perfect control
And though we do not do the good we should
Still, Thou hast made a way for every soul
To be saved by the power in Thy blood

The rich, the poor, Lord, none escapes Thy gaze
There is no good or evil hid from Thee
Though we will never understand Thy ways
Lord, teach us how to trust unwaveringly
And Lord, before I lay me down to sleep
I pray that all would come to know Thy love
And rest assured within Thy tender keep
Until we meet in glory-lands above

© Janet Martin
 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

When My Joy-cup Was Full





…and so you slip from me
Over an ethereal brink
I place your memory
In thoughts of stilted ink

The hour where we laughed
And held each others smile
Has hastened down a misty path
Where echoes tune its mile

The folds of history
Shimmer with smiles and tears
Preserved where none can see
The aftermath of years

Yet, as I sense the power
Of Time’s keen moment-pull
I thank God for the hour
When my joy-cup was full

© Janet Martin

Today was a great day of family as my mom and her daughters (us sisters) enjoyed a day of being 'tourists' in our local town of St. Jacobs, Ontario, Canada. The above pictures are glimpses of this town as it 'used to be'. An artist is 'rebuilding the town' .