Showing posts with label yesterday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yesterday. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Here We Are (where yester-eons echoes brim)


God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Psalm 46:1

This morning we received word that
my sister's brother-in-law passed away (Murrell Martin)
after a battle with cancer!
This same sister and family are in the thick
of wedding preparations for their daughter's wedding on Friday.
Please remember this family (and Murrell's family) in your prayers.
God knew when this date was chosen for the wedding
what would transpire!
His timing is perfect in spite of our wondering whys!

(I helped for two summers on Murrell's farm in the early 80's
so yester-eon's echoes are brimming)
This is one of my favorite pics of a long-ago day.)


This song is running through my heart this morning



We never know when we will meet
The Hand the snuffs the chime
So lets make living's echoes sweet
While we are granted Time

***

Where yester-eon’s echoes brim
In scenes that tenderly compose
A sweet and sentimental hymn
As time its healing balm bestows

Where broken and beauty compete
Through joy and sorrow’s highs and lows
Love's acclamations, bittersweet
Mete metaphors of thorn and rose

Where faith and fear rival within
Where smiles and tears sparkle without
Where lament, laughter, groan and grin
Suffer conflicts twixt truth and doubt

Where morning breaks and twilight dims
And God wakes wonder mids’t life’s fuss
Where we are not worthy of Him
He bends and ministers to us

Where we would be a sorry lot
Death’s bell would toll with doleful knell
Without the Hope God’s Son begot
To save our deathless souls from hell

Where we are all in the same boat
In need of Light to pierce the dark
Because time is a transient Float
Where one by one we disembark

Where yester-eons echoes brim
And morrow offers no sneak-peek
A sweet and sentimental Hymn
Is being written as we speak

In scenes of tender reckoning
Like music notes of stone and star 
Where yester-eons echoes brim
Twixt past and future, here we are

With a fresh page, where humbly awed 
By Mercy's vow renewed, we sing
A hymn of grateful praise to God
Where yester-eons echoes brim

© Janet Martin

John 11:25-26
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. 
The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; 
and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.
 Do you believe this?”

Murrel believed this! Hellelujah!

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

On Yesterday's Tomorrow...



This morning, as I made a reference to tomorrow one little girl in my childcare said,
"But today is tomorrow!'
because she was thinking about how yesterday
I told her tomorrow we would do such-and-such again
(like, eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches ...


...and blow more bubbles)




...and laugh!



God’s universal favor grants to all a brand-new day
It sets a beaming backdrop to bud’s stipule applique




Come; yesterday’s tomorrow perches on dawn’s creamy brink
It rises from time’s ashes like a phoenix, molten pink
Mercy’s unfailing promise in generous pardon rolls
From heaven to earth’s gardens, through the berth of hearts and souls

God’s universal favor grants to all a brand-new day
It sets a beaming backdrop to bud’s stipule applique
And refills what was empty when dusk drew death’s silhouette
Where morn runs rife with life and moments none have ransacked yet

Come; yesterday’s tomorrow cannot keep its posture long
Like a bouquet of blossoms, or the last note in a song
It fades; and trades places with what is yesterday today
Till yesterday’s tomorrow turns tomorrow to today

We cannot return to rewind to relive happiness
Today is all we ever have, my dear, no more nor less
To make the most of moments that fall like gossamer rain
A treasure-laden measure that will never pass again

© Janet Martin

Jesus Christ the same yesterday,
 and to day, and for ever.
Heb.13:8

Sometimes I feel like the children chasing bubbles
as I chase hours in a day...
pop! and they disappear!


Sometimes break of new day/today
 feels like a chipping sparrow perched on yon eastward fence
singing its heart out!



Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Beautiful Yesterdays





Beautiful yesterday
Begins with today
And what we make of what
Soon wisp-whispers away

The mind’s mechanism
Seems to master strange ways
Of turning the common
To beautiful yesterdays

How is it we remember
Yet oh, so forget
In fulfillment, the hunger
Of holes in life’s Let

Where, what runs through moments
Spins, for thought’s soft gaze
A gauzy estrangement
Of beautiful yesterdays

© Janet Martin

"The reason we have 'good, old days', my dad would say when his daughters were caught up in romanticism of bygone eras, "is because of our ability to forget the bad in them."



Wednesday, November 23, 2016

When You Are Yesterday...



 PAD Challenge day 23: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “When (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. 

Part of me almost said 'yech' as I stared at the modest mundane awaiting my attention
...then a pang pierced me with conviction; I turn with grateful care, privileged to touch
Familiarity so common I almost miss it!

When you are far away from me
Save in the arms of thought’s embrace
And all that I can do is trace
The echoes of a memory

When you are there and I am here
To wear love’s worthy ache of want
And bear the miles that seem to taunt
Twixt farewell’s kiss and hello-dear

When words alone cannot atone
For words that I cannot retract
Or lessons learned after your fact
Where I cannot undo the done

Then I, with wiser, gentler care
Cradle the moments in my grip
Aware that soon they too will slip
Into your chamber of thin air

© Janet Martin



Friday, March 13, 2015

Of 'Almost Yesterdays' and Chalk-painting

  
Twilight has spilled its pouch of stars
A sequin-splash on velvet bars
Where the west sun gilded yon hill
With dusk before night's bluer twill
Swathed morning's mystic come-what-may
In shades of 'almost yesterday'

...and where we stared at unrolled gold
To wonder what waits to unfold
As dawn laid soft beneath our feet
The grace of time's untarnished street
Now our latest highs and lows
Are etched in Past's steadfast repose

This vale of victory and loss
Is mankind's constant albatross
Yet, in its trial-error Must
We learn to try and fail and trust
Knowing that every come-what-may
Is always 'almost yesterday'

Janet~

Sometimes I am such a fraidy-cat to try something new but I've been hearing more and more about chalk-paint so I tried it this week.
Since Annie Sloan Chalk-paint  is not available in any nearby stores I started 'googling' and found many recipes for DYI chalk-paint. With a hardware store minutes from home and someone who had tried the homemade version of chalk-paint and loved it, I decided to try it...

I/3 cup plaster of paris
1/3 cup water
mix well then add one cup paint. (use matte paint tinted to your choice of color)
stir well. this amount painted two coats on the dresser above as well as two coats on an old trunk!

Paint, let dry an hour.
Paint second coat. (Check out on-line tutorials for waxing and distressing). I used Martha Stewart clear wax after paint dried approx. 5 hours. Let wax dry overnight then sand the edges you want to distress. I used Martha Stewart antiquing wax to distress. I tried applying with brush and very little dark wax on it, wiping any excess with a damp cloth. Not totally sold on those waxes but min-wax furniture paste wax was hard and yellowy...I applied another coat of clear wax after antiquing wax dried (a few Hours) now I am waiting 24 hrs. to buff it then it is done. I cannot yet tell you how durable the paint is, but it painted beautifully smooth!









Saturday, December 6, 2014

The Imminence of Yesterday






The imminence of yesterday
Is ever-present where the Now
Teases our touch with gold and gray
And tests us with Time’s here and how

The spigot from whence moments drip
Rouses a hunger in our core
To realize how quick they slip
From fingertips to nevermore

And in this flow of come-and-go
And have-and-hold’s hello-good-bye
We learn to cherish soft and slow
The here-and-now's swift silver-sigh

…etched on an alabaster reel
Of oh so near yet far away
Where touch is keened with the appeal
And imminence of yesterday

© Janet Martin

Excited to have Melissa move home today until the New Year.