Tuesday, October 7, 2014

No Matter What



We cannot
force Love
or belief
Though, 
of course
Sometimes 
we would
if we could
These Intangibles must be wooed by more than flesh and blood 
and no one but One God can probe that holy, inner deep no matter 
how much 
mouths 
denounce
no utterance 
can keep
or sever 
from our 
presence
Hands 
scarred
by hatred’s 
nails
nor bar 
hope or 
deliverance
for God’s
 Love
never 
fails


© Janet Martin

2 comments:

  1. Oh yes, we cannot force love or belief, but we sure try sometimes.

    I really liked the form you took with this poem.

    Wonderful!

    Brenda
    xox

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  2. Hi Brenda,
    thank-you and here's to hoping/praying the identity kerfuffle will be rectified soon! As they can tell if they read, you are alive and well!;-)

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