Brighter Than The Break of Day...

For we walk by faith, not by sight.

2 Cor. 5:7

 Have you noticed? 'break of day' is happening a wee bit earlier than it did a few weeks ago...yay!!

The Light that draws the veil of night from city streets and countryside

Is more than golden bloom that breaks the bud of morning open wide

It streams beyond the scope of sight to where hope sets its hungry stare

And beams its never-failing Light through life-appointments of despair

Earth’s art that reappears where darkness hid its loveliness from view

Is like the heart, once dark with fears after the Light of faith shines through

Then, though we do not know what high or low this ergo might bequeath

Our passage through life's picture show is cupped in Light above, beneath

‘Great peace have they who love God’s law’; with trembling might faith grasps a rope

That tolls a bell; for fear is hell but heaven anchors holy hope

Then, from the belfry of God’s grace a song of peace and purpose peals

His law is love; ah, human race is cradled in a law that heals

His Light is brighter than the light that breaks the dark of night with day

It beams beyond the scope of sight where students of faith learn to pray

And dialogue peppered with words like ‘if’ and ‘when’ and ‘hopefully’

Feels through the fog to find the Lamp that lights the way we cannot see

© Janet Martin

" Still don't know much. 

They did ultrasound last night and more blood work 

so hopefully when the Dr comes this morning we may know something."

...above message from my sister-in-law Karen, this morning who is still waiting as Dr.s try to 'fix' the condition that caused a great scare on the week-end.
(her body now rejects the blood-thinner she has been on for years)

Please continue to pray for her, 

for the doctors,

and for the family, Dave, Josh and Krista and Jessica

Before Twilight Closes In

Light of day strikes snow-white cymbals

Lyricist of hill and dell

Spills inkwells of blush-bronze-purple

From a gold and coral bell

Thrums in hollows, hums o’er fallow

Strums the silver-frosted frond

Minstrel of brook’s shimm’ring shallow

Glides across ice-embossed pond

Sprinkles diamonds on the woodlot

Twinkles on the window pane

Sparkles in a quiet riot

On a star-embellished lane

Tweaks the chin of downcast dancers

Up, look up, The Maestro cries

Lest in vain we long for answers

While hope’s angel-throng replies

Kissing common curves with tincture

From a grace-anointed touch

Hinting at a bigger picture

Than the font of such-and-such

Teasing us with tender torment

Easing us from dance to dance

Teaching us to treasure moments

Before seasons still their stance

Shaping Time Enough to echoes

Live-laugh-love, the poets charge

While we grasp at hold and let go

Dripping from a quill at large

Quick, slow-down, stop, run, don’t dawdle

Tick-tock mocks the clock-ish sky

Soon soft shroud of dusk will swaddle

Morning’s ‘thus’ in lullaby

‘This is us’ what a love-language

You and I, together ‘we’

Darling, let’s not take for granted

Life’s free, finest luxury

Morning climbs above yon bowers

Like school-girls, we scale its grin

Searching frosted fields for flowers

Before twilight’s closes in

© Janet Martin

Reality Check...Immortality's Beck and Call

Psalm 9:10
And those who know Your name will put their trust in You,
For You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.

Sometimes thought’s eager feet get stuck

In murky streets of mud and muck

And we need more than mere ‘good luck’

To get from here to there

Boast bows to taste the beggar’s crust

Death wows defenselessness of dust

Time flowers with need for more trust

Hearts bleed, greedy for prayer

The hand that lights dawn’s awesome wick

And cuts the dark night to the quick

Does not forsake us when the slick

Of hardship hobbles plans

Where this communal cup we drink

Of days dark gray, glazed with bright pink

Is spiked with reminders to think

Of more than wine and dance

For Mortal is straked with a toll

That wakes awareness of a soul

And makes us think about a goal

Beyond this hole-pocked spree

Of give and take and compromise

Where laughing lips and dream-starred eyes

Hold hands that strip us down to size

…soul’s immortality

© Janet Martin

Unfathomable Transcendence

Then, in God’s mercies take thine ease

When miseries conspire

He triumphs over agonies

That fear and heartache sire

Conflict veiled in Unknown, resign

Its weight no one can bear

Take comfort in mercy divine

God hears each stuttered prayer

No other power here on earth

Such precious peace can lend

God, who has known us before birth

Each trial will transcend

So then, with humble heart and mind

Let Trust our hope secure

When day is dark and faith is blind

God’s promises assure

For it is not in life’s hooray

That man is prone to plead

We bow our heads to pray and pray

When overcome with need

© Janet Martin

 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Phil.4:6-7

From my sister-in-law this morning who was suddenly hospitalized the other night...
Last night so different from the night before. So quite. The Dr came in to see me at midnight and explained some things. The Dr from London let them know that it is a reaction that I had to blood thinner pills that I am on. So I will not be taking them again until I go back to the team of specialists in London. The leg is looking and feeling so much better. The bruising is almost gone. Before I left London the same nurse was in to see me who spent the night before with me. She said wow your leg looks so different. She said so black and anger the night before and today just a bruise. The pain is so different too. Now it just sore from the swelling. Haven't taken any pain pills since they gave me that wonderful clotting meds. Running a few more tests today or tomorrow. He didn't say when I'd be discharged... he said Dr this morning should know better.
Thanks for all the prayers thru this scary situation.

Don't Trip On The Roses...

Sometimes on a week like this it would be easy to trip over the 'roses'.

My brother-in-law Les was in hospital one night. He has a terrible flu or something. They sent him home for the weekend, hoping his double vision will clear.

Hubby Jim ( after a few tests) was told he has a tumor in his bladder. 

He is booked for surgery on Feb. 16.

Sister-in-law Karen (my brother Dave's wife) was rushed to London Hospital from the small local hospital after her blood-test results alarmed the Doctors...

Last night my nephew Anthony (Mike and Marlene's son) broke his collar-bone

Don’t take it for granted

Each day is enchanted

With mercies kind-planted

Where trials intrude

Day breaks bronze and yellow

Grace drips from yon cello

Equipping time’s hello

With man’s hope renewed

Don’t trip on the ‘roses’

Though thorn-tree imposes

The Father who chose us

Abides, age to age

His ways are higher

Than Thought’s haze and mire

Oh, don’t miss the choir

Because of the stage

Ah, someday in heaven

For those saved, forgiven

All hurt will be driven

From its Endless Day

No tear-shaped surprises

No trouble that tries us

No why-Lord disguises

As earth falls away

© Janet Martin