Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Rush Hour's Waiting Room

 

Time flies in spite of all we are waiting for!
Some prayers get answered quickly, 
others are a kind of whisper-woven waiting-room!

Only One knows what all will unfold in the sun's gold trek from east to west,
what prayers will have answers we recognize 
and which ones are veiled in what feels like waiting.


Psalm 130:5
I wait for the LORD; my soul does wait, and in His word I put my hope.

What waits to be no one can see save He who keep us in His care 
What waits to teach our wanting reach is something each must trust to prayer 
What waits to turn lessons we learn to wisdom earned as years increase 
Waits to compose with ebbs and flows of highs and lows, a Masterpiece 

What waits to blend daybreak and end where whispers wend and groan and grin 
What waits to stir perfect wonder to thunder beneath speechless skin 
What waits to seal the rush and reel of silk and steel behind closed doors 
Waits to create a brand-new gate through which the weight of waiting pours 

What waits to make, with give and take the awe and ache of letting go
What waits to tune the afternoon with what will soon festoon thought's show
What waits to spill, to thrill, to fill this uphill drill twixt sky and sod 
Waits to become the soldered sum of mercies from the hand of God 

© Janet Martin 



 

 

Sunday, December 27, 2020

I'm Glad To Know

 

When focus gets out of fix
and faith gets out of focus
it's time to fix faith's focus!


Yesterday on my walk it felt a bit like peering into the future...
couldn't see very far!


This morning a bit of yesterday's 'future' has unfolded 
bringing with its flurry, for some, celebration, for others, sorrow. 
So it will be until time is fulfilled.


I’m glad I cannot see beneath to thoughts you do not speak 
Or sorrows that yet wait to press their tear upon my cheek 
Or trials to perfect the fledgling Faith authored by he 
Who loves us so He clarifies our authenticity 

The best and worst yet veiled by moments time has not yet spilled 
Through hours not yet come to pass in days not yet fulfilled 
Can entertain our guess and humour fancy’s raving ranks 
But none can see the pieces yet that wait to fill yon blanks 

I’m glad that we can know, He whom by faith we have believed 
Is able to keep that which we commit, by faith achieved 
Where between now and when we meet Then, near or far away
I’m glad to know, that God, not men, will have the final say 

© Janet Martin 

2 Tim.1:12
nevertheless I am not ashamed, 
for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded 
that He is able to keep what I have committed 
to Him until that Day.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”
(John 1:1-5)




Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Like A Wave on The Sea...


Sometimes while supper is cooking I like to take a quick hike across the fields...
It always yields something to be awed about and makes one forget, 
for a bit, the things we could fret about!  




Surging toward us like waves of the sea
All the tomorrows still waiting to be
Who knows what laughter and heartache they hold
Sweeping the shoreline with turquoise and gold

Darling, the morrow that yesterday etched
Stencils blue shadows like art, pencil-sketched
Almost the moments that it had withheld
Have drained into the place where all days meld

Beauty is timeless as He who designs
Wonders too countless to rein into lines
Free-for-all fortune that no one can buy
Small as a sparkle and big as the sky

Sometimes the future feels like a grand wave
Rolling toward us with forces to brave
But as it sweeps across shorelines gold-gray
It never exceeds the scope of Today

Time always leaves yesterday in the dust
It never insist on tomorrow’s must
Who knows what waits where the season-bells chime
But this; we face it one day at a time

© Janet Martin


Thursday, April 6, 2017

Sound of the Future

PAD Challenge day 6: For today’s prompt, write a poem about a sound.

Busy day-care day today, so for all the glorious ways this prompt could flow they are not mine for now:) oh...wow! They're here!!! early today.



 With cheerful chatter
And pitter- patter
And freckle-splattered nose
With teddy bears
And teeny cares
And running shoes that glow
With darling grins
And dimpled chins
And wonder, full and free
Our children grow
Their future, oh,
Is up to you and me

The sound of something more
Than dash and dance and play and run
Is passing through our doors;
It is the people they’ll become

© Janet Martin

Excerpt from this month's Rural Route magazine... 

Monday, October 3, 2016

Ripe For the Picking...





For all that we discover
There is much we cannot tell
What waits beyond dawn’s sky-wide gates
And half-breath citadel

The future is a forum
That no one can approve
But drink the dew of daily-new
With these; faith, hope and love

Tick-tock, the sky clock whispers
With sun and rain and dark
Where, beneath it we lie, run, sit
Still dreamers all, at heart

Today is ripe for picking
What fills its harvest-field?
Ah, thought at best can simply guess
Then trust God for its yield

© Janet Martin

What a shake-in-our-shoes each new day would be 
It shoulders much uncertainty
But it comes from an omnipotent God who cares
and knows The Whole and hears our prayers 


 Psalm 119:151
You are near, O LORD, And all Your commandments are truth.

 Lamentations 3:57
You drew near when I called on You; You said, "Do not fear!"



Gotta run...lots o' 'littles' here today:)

See you later!




Thursday, April 14, 2016

Investing in the Future



 PAD Challenge day 14: For today’s prompt, write a time out poem.

It’s not so much about money
As it is about Taking Time
To squiggle honey on bagels,
Or giggle a nursery-rhyme
Or stroll to a sun-yellow Hello
Of morning, gold-curled, bed-head wild
Or to take a ‘sit’ in the meadow a bit
With a picnic, a book and a child
Where we have unrushed conversations
About nothing too much at all
*about whether chilly is weather or food
*And is Elora a boy or a girl?
And what is name of that little black bird?
*'Junco', I reply and they laugh
Because whoever heard of naming a bird
After a heap of trash
And suddenly I think how funny it is
That when we hear the word
Investment, we think about moneyed things
…not bare foot strolls or soup stirred
Or freckle-faced questions that wait our reply
Or let’s sing, let’s play, let’s dance
Yet, future depends more on how we spend time
Than the coin of dollars and cents

© Janet Martin

Inspired today:)

* 8:00 a.m. Boy 3 yrs. old: Janet, can we have a picnic?
 Janet; Let's wait a  little. It is still too chilly outside
Boy mystified; Chilly (chili) is food, right?

***

*Janet to Boy 3 yrs. old: Mommy is teaching in Elora today.
Boy, puzzled; Is Elora a boy or a girl?

***

Boy 3 and Sister 4, : Janet, what is the name of the tiny black bird?
Janet: that's a Junco.
Siblings squealing with laughter; A bird called Junk?