Friday, May 26, 2017

Sorrow's Prize...



 In the middle of play
...right out of the blue one little cutie-petutie remarked to the other,
"I miss my mommy" and the other replied "me too"
 (When I told them the more we miss someone the more we love them
smiles prevailed;-))


In life I’ve learned a thing or two
Love’s unseen depth to prove
The deeper flows the ‘missing you’
The deeper runs the love

Sometimes I do not realize
Until we are apart
How sweet the seed of sorrow’s prize
Rose-gardens in the heart

© Janet Martin

Glorious and Majestic Are His Deeds





Dawn drapes its silver cape across the waking countryside
Life’s leap of faith is graced with backdrops deigned to preach and praise
The Artist of time’s color-skeins unravels mercy’s tide
Where gray or gold will not deter His love that meters days



What myriad of masterpieces chides mankind’s complaints
Look down; look up, creation’s cup of kindness overflows
It bestows to the bedrock, where oft-times man’s spirit faints
A plethora of wonderment no mortal could compose



The fount of beauty’s blessing surges with the splurge of spring
We, perched upon a pedestal showcasing love at large
Are ravished with the lavish expressions and offerings
Of God who, rich in mercy grants His glory at no charge

© Janet Martin


I was humming the song below while I posted this 
(posting with a better-late-than-never attitude these days)
and  little girl of two asked me
'how you know dat sing'
and I replied, "I learned it long ago"
'how you lewn it?' was the immediate response
"I learned it by hearing it over and over"

"Dear Lord, let what our youngsters learn from us,
(because they hear it over and over)
be honoring to You!"

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Time To Pray




 I love the Lord, for he heard my voice;
    he heard my cry for mercy. 
 Because he turned his ear to me,
    I will call on him as long as I live.
Ps.116:1-2

With all this distraction, attraction, oh my
That spreads out its daily buffet
Sometimes it’s easy to understand why
We don’t take enough time to pray

With all of life’s coming and going and thus
That rallies to quicken the day
I think it behooves every one of us
To ponder how much time we pray

With all of the love that God grants faithfully
With all of the hope, help and care
I wonder how much less distressed we would be
If we spent more time with Him in prayer

Futile the bubble of darling daydreams
 What fort in trouble are they?
More, more than ever before it seems
The world needs more people who pray


The Lord does not forget or ever leave us
What comfort for our day to day
Oh, what a friend we have in Jesus
We should take more time to pray

© Janet Martin

Lots of lovely hymns pertaining to prayer




















Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Arabesque



 I wrote the first half of this poem this morning and the latter half this evening after a flower-splashed  chatter-and-laughter-busy day...
My morning plan; to see those 'wild orchards' in the distance up close this eve, but rain 'intervened'



Aubade
The bloom that harbors harvest tune fills orchard-rooms with hope
The boon that breaks the bud draws eyes to plush, blush-shrouded slope
Spring’s hour-glass spills flowers to bowers, long bare and grim
Where earth is like a belfry tower chiming nature’s hymn

This place where human race parades their promenade of days
Is so much more than that which panoramic past portrays
Beneath the bending breath that brims with life, man picks a path
And oh, how awesome is the outcome of its aftermath

The hill is like a lap of green where spring has sprung as last
The heart is like a clapping queen because winter is past
The morn is like a newborn, time-worn steppingstone, its course
A season- wending passageway back to Beginning’s source

Nocturne 
Plenty to do with willing hands to do it; what a gift
For we are not to live like little pontoons set adrift
But with hope’s holy hunger passion’s purest purpose prove
Our greatest attribute and offering in life, this; love

Hello, farewell the bell of twilight tolls a tender lay
The skyline is a masterpiece of black on soft rosé
The perpendicularity of hold and letting go
Is like a violinist playing star-strings, sweet and slow

The earth feels lonelier beneath dark vesper-velveteen
Heaven seems nearer now than when the world is blue and green
Away, away the day is shushed into eternity
We clutch at pretty petals fallen from its flower-tree

© Janet Martin