Like Music Notes (In a Brand, New Love Song)

Happy April!

My, how a month doth fly!!

April is the month of the poem-a-day challenge!

 From Robert Brewer at Writer's Digest...here is today's prompt.

"It's time for the first day of the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge! Each day, I'll provide a poetry prompt and a poem to get things started. You can secretly poem along at home, or you can share your poem in the comments below.

For today's prompt, write an optimistic poem. I find the beginnings of things to be a time of great optimism. Whether it's the beginning of a sporting season or a month (or even a week), there's so much opportunity available. But optimism can exist anywhere and at any time; so don't limit your optimism to the beginnings of things."

Today we embark on

a new day, a new week and a new month!

All great new reasons to embrace optimism!

Behind us lies the dust and ash of seasons spilled and spent

Unfurling in its aftermath a bittersweet tableau

Of what may sometimes seem like a cosmic experiment

Of love, learning how to hold on while learning to let go

Like an unblemished phoenix today gleams, a priceless stone

In hands where we, fumbling proprietors of precious time

Proceed, through daybreak's gaping door, vessels of skin and bone

And Soul, shouldering grin and groan as on and up we climb 

I love the loveliness of a new day, like a clean sweep

Like a fresh page, rather than yesterday's returned 'so-long'  

I love the way the ending as we drifted off to sleep

Evolves into the Intro of a whole new worship song

Behind us lies the old; the dust and ash of ages set 

Before us gleams the new; like treasure from an unplumbed trove 

Beneath us streams a fresh measure of moments never met 

Like music notes composing brand-new hymns of hope and love 

 

Janet Martin

Psalm 100 is a glorious way to refresh optimism with

unfaltering truth from the Word of God

A perfect wat to start a new

day-week-month!

Make a joyful noise to the LORD,

all the earth.

2Serve the LORD with gladness;

come into His presence with joyful songs.

3Know that the LORD is God.

It is He who made us, and we are His;a

we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.

4Enter His gates with thanksgiving

and His courts with praise;

give thanks to Him and bless His name.

5For the LORD is good,

and His loving devotion endures forever;

His faithfulness continues to all generations.

Forever God Is Faithful

Something 'bout The Morning

 

There is something ‘bout the morning that inspires hope anew

When far and foreign hills appear in night’s receding hue

Where Yonder is a word that wears a fresh, unfaded gown

And wonder is a hurt that flirts twixt Knowing and Unknown

There is something ‘bout the morning that highlight’s Time’s bit by bit

And makes us dearly stagger at the weightless weight of it

For bit by bit becomes the Whole and what we do and say

In bit by bit allotments shapes far more than Yesterday

There is something ‘bout the morning; like a greeting card from God

As our eyes turn heavenward and our feet to sod

And we return, yet never quite, to what dusk-shadows stilled

Of missions not accomplished yet and vision unfulfilled

Futile to try to reconcile the ‘why’ that will not stop

‘Why some drink sorrow’s ocean and others taste but a drop’

Why some have everything and others nothing, so it seems

Futile to reconcile with eyes what faith-hope-trust esteems

There is something ‘bout the morning that replenishes the cup

Where twilight drained its remnant yet by daylight is filled up

Where stumble-fumbles testify at night on our behalf

Still, something ‘bout the morning rouses us to live, love, laugh

© Janet Martin

Good morning! Is it a good-white-April-morning where you are?

Victoria said it feels like her first day back to school after Christmas holidays;-)

As long as my main writing time is in the morning I imagine there will be Morning Poems because there's something 'bout morning that awes, A New every time!

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
 Ps.90:12

Old 'New'

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Dawn, with impartial whisper wakes

Familiar fellowships and breaks

The bars that lowered deep until

It filled each window-box and sill

How easily the new is old;

Dawn startles midnight seas with gold

As old becomes untried and new

On morning’s sky-wide avenue

And suddenly we are immersed

In second chances, never cursed

To repeat what was brushed away

To that place we call yesterday

Ah, old and new are juxtaposed

Where twilight drew blue curtains closed

Dawn, with untarnished portions spills

New gold to old dusk-darkened hills

...and here, on boulevards unveiled

Time's New pulses where its old failed

As through a fretwork of old lace

Wakes mercy's brand-new day of grace

 

© Janet Martin

Of Renewed Aspiration

We touch our feet once more

To Time’s familiar way

Of ticking clocks and charted walks

And living’s scattered fray

The mist of life’s unknowns

May veil the hour’s will

But God beholds its ether folds

The pleasant and the ill

We touch our feet upon

Hope’s path of trampled dirt

For God abides where fear resides

In living’s lonesome hurt

Before the purple dusk

Enshrouds this little day

I pray that we live thankfully

And trust God for its way

© Janet Martin