Hi Everyone:

This is actually being written on Saturday so I can just click a couple of buttons on Sunday Sabbath and have it published.  As I mentioned in Saturday’s blog that I will not have time to write a blog for Sunday I am going to publish a few of my favorite poems for those of you who enjoy poetry.  If poetry is not your gig you might just want to read one before deciding to write them off your list.  Who knows, maybe I’ll come up with some interesting ones.  If you aren’t interested after reading one just wait until Monday when I plan to resume my normal routine.  I have only a few minutes in which to do this before I must go and change clothes and leave.

(See the P.S. at the end.  I actually wrote an original poem when I woke up on Sunday.  Please scroll down to read.  It explains about what our weekend is all about.)

I CHOSE TO DO A GARDEN THEME.  I HAVE MANY MORE I COULD HAVE INCLUDED BUT KEPT IT TO JUST FOUR.  I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM.  I AM CELEBRATING BECAUSE THIS SABBATH IS THE FIRST DAY OF MAY AND THE GARDENS WILL SOON BE BLOOMING HERE IN THIS NORTHERN REGION.

A DAY OF POETRY:

 

IN THE GARDEN OF GOD’S WORD

By Kathleen Martens

June 9, 2012

 

God’s Word is alive and well

In our secret place I stop to dwell.

 

Verse by verse, line by line

No other words quite so fine.

 

Over and over I read the same

And so many verses say my name.

 

As if written just for me

Offering knowledge to set me free.

 

Words of comfort for my pain,

Refreshing as a summer rain.

 

Words that convict the ere of my ways

Giving direction on which path to stay.

 

Words that enlighten my soul’s yearning,

So hungry am I for daily learning.

 

Words warning of what’s to come

I face with confidence for I know God’s Son.

 

The words of salvation, God’s great plan

For those who believe, for every man.

 

I learn how to praise through the Psalms

And I worship freely without qualm.

 

History that teaches me not to dread

For Revelation explains what is ahead.

 

And Proverbs gives instructions for today

So that I will know God’s perfect way.

 

And no matter how often I read,

In my heart God plants His seeds

 

Of fresh insight not understood before

That seems to open brand new doors.

 

New places in God’s garden of words

For faith comes by what I’ve heard.

 

I eat and drink and devour what is said

On these pages from which I’m fed.

 

God’s garden of words alive and well

Where each morning I choose to dwell.

 

 

COME TO MY GARDEN FATHER (SONG)

By Kathleen Martens

July 24, 2013

 

Come into my garden Father,

I’ve opened my gate wide.

Let us take a quiet stroll

Then sit side by side.

 

Come and be with me  Father,

It is only You I seek.

Speak Your Word to my heart

Your Word is the treasure I keep.

 

Come and hold me close Father

That I may breathe in Your aroma.

I learn more in our quiet moments

Than I would with an earned diploma.

 

Come and let me be hold You Father

That I may see Your face

Filled with such love and compassion

Overflowing with mercy and grace.

 

Come so I can offer thanks Father

For all You’ve done for me,

Through the sacrifice of Your Son

You have set me free.

 

Come let me praise You Father

For Your power and glory and might.

You are my strength in time of weakness.

You are my guiding Light.

 

Come into my Garden Father

You are the fragrance that blooms,

The Lilly of the Valley and Rose of Sharon,

My garden  —  our secret private room.

 

I’ll meet You in the Garden.

 

 

IN THE GARDEN OF MY HEART

^{By Kathleen Martens}

^{September 10, 2010}

 

I say Your name Jesus

And You are there

For You are always waiting

For me to be aware.

 

In my secret chamber

My quiet hidden part

You wait patiently

In the garden of my heart.

 

And in the quiet place

I walk daily with You,

Always a time of refreshment

Though sometimes moments few.

 

You are always patient

Waiting to hear Your name,

How awesome the presence

Of One of such fame.

 

Yet you come humbly

Showering love and grace

On all the flowers growing

As we meet face to face.

 

The darkest day turns to light

The flowers of life bloom

For You cause my garden to grow

In my secret private room.

 

You are my hiding place,

My protection in time of need.

All I do is call Your name

And on Your word I feed.

 

And as we walk daily

With Your spirit I am free

For Your songs of deliverance

You sing over me.

 

And each day I awaken

Knowing with You I start.

I find you in my quiet place

In the garden of my heart.

 

 

LORD, LET ME BE A GARDEN

By Kathleen Martens

September 15, 2013

 

Lord, let me be a garden

In this desert world

That your words may blow across me

And Your fragrance unfurl.

 

Awake the north wind And bid the south wind

To awaken the garden’s treasure

That when others view my garden,

It is You who is their pleasure

 

Let your countenance shine upon me

And be evidence that I know

That you are my King and Savior

And to others your love I show.

 

For with You, whom I spend time

I absorb and am imprinted.

I will take upon Your likeness

And by Your essence my garden scented.

 

P.S.  Here it is on the Sabbath morning at 6:00 p.m.  Boys sleeping so I am getting this out before the action begins.

Here is today’s poem:

 

A THROW-BACK WEEKEND

By Kathleen Martens

May 1, 2016

 

Two little boys

In a high tech world

For one weekend

No “tech” unfurled.

 

No phones or radios

No computer IPad

Absolutely no T.V.

To be totally rad.

 

So far no mention

We just closed the doors

To the cabinet in which

Our T.V. is stored.

 

Instead we laughed,

Grandpa wrestled a lot,

I read stories

And then we talked.

 

We talked about God

And the world He created,

And when it was bedtime

The boys were elated.

 

Filled to the brim

With fresh fruit smoothies

A spoonful of peanut butter

No mention of any movies.

 

Two tired munchkins

As good as could be.

T.V. wasn’t the entertainment

It was Grandpa and me.

 

So looking forward to the events of today.  More about that tomorrow.

Thank you Father for our two wonderful grandsons.  What a gift they are to us.

 

May your May day be blessed.  God bless you and yours.