Monday, January 14, 2019

A Long Series Of Efforts...

"His poetry, regarded as a whole is a long series of efforts to achieve this end."
From James Cappon’s commentary on Bliss Carmen’s personal quest regarding the poetry he wrote.

 the phrase 'a long series of efforts' kinda gathered up 
some dangling frays/phrases in my head and heart today!

Write what you know ‘they’ say, so I
Ponder what I have learned and such
To realize, as time goes by
My boast of knowledge isn’t much
But still, in all that I’ve been through
I guess I’ve learned a thing or two

…beauty is easy to believe
A heart of love, hard to achieve
Until, we see with humble bent
How e’very breath is Mercy lent
And everything we strive toward
Is but a blessing from the Lord  

Contentment none can hold in hands
The heart must mine its golden sands
To find, with kind humility
The tender joy of you and me
Where gloating gods of selfish pride
Are never fully satisfied

...and life is always, in the end
A long series of efforts, friend
Then it befits us to be kind
For we’re all first-timers, half-blind
And no one gets a trial run
Before the real race is begun

The Showcase of sunrise and set
Will ever sighs of awe beget
And no artist’s brush can surpass
The perfection of heaven’s class
But earth-bound students look and learn
From He who owns the praise we earn

...and for what holds our high esteems
We always find the time, it seems
No matter how hard we pretend
Our true colors show in the end
Because choice is the voice that tells
The truth we veil in crafty shells

All that we know, save Word of God
Is subject to Time’s outstretched rod
Where change insists upon its law
But cannot shake The Truth, aha
 The Ultimate that we all crave
Does not lead to, but through the grave

Harsh words will hurt at any age
And books are more than ink on page
Then those who write should recognize
The extent of their smitten sighs
And hold accountable the jot
That has the power to sway thought

…and thought is the author of touch
And touch becomes the act and such
…oh, such is life, act hinged to act
A binge of fantasy and fact
Where life is always in the end
A long series of efforts, friend

…and who/Who we do it for will be
Our god/God for all eternity

© Janet Martin

 The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. 
  For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, 
whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; 
all things have been created through him and for him. 
 He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.


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