Monday, May 14, 2012

In Poetry



Because I am a lover of simple things
I find great allure in the translucent strings
On which a tender thought is hung
And thus, a legacy is strung
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I am content as the robin sings
And the green unfurls on distant slope
And suddenly the world is a beacon of hope
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I love the pleasure too lowly for kings
As I pause in a meadow of ten-thousand suns
Lifting their exuberance to everyone
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
The music of heaven unceasingly rings
In a calliope of present then past
As I hold the treasure of a memory fast
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I thank God daily for the mercy He flings
In nameless moments of intangible verse
...of hope and love as thoughts immerse
In poetry

© Janet Martin


2 comments:

  1. You NEED to frame that photo!!!

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  2. tripping over your past work and this one evokes a wow!
    Lovely!

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