tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post4146108591631127139..comments2024-03-22T07:52:09.997-04:00Comments on Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Of Dew-drops, Threads and other Transient MiraclesJanet Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-92228514310616356452012-09-17T19:46:36.951-04:002012-09-17T19:46:36.951-04:00I seriously have tears and you are so very kind. T...I seriously have tears and you are so very kind. This poem really came from my deepest passions! thank-you for feeling it!Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-27875370146688780582012-09-17T10:28:50.697-04:002012-09-17T10:28:50.697-04:00Yes, We can't exactly place a cup beneath time...Yes, We can't exactly place a cup beneath time's spout<br />And will never to be able to capture it the way time hands itself out to us<br /><br />we can't in the real sense and in the sense you mean <br /><br />transient , evanescent , fragile .... our lives. Faith keeps us going , even tremulously.... God's ownGracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16013757422313634184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-80593715405444231872012-09-17T10:20:20.667-04:002012-09-17T10:20:20.667-04:00Love’s blissful joy is sorrow’s infancy
Circle of...Love’s blissful joy is sorrow’s infancy<br /><br />Circle of life!!! ??<br /><br />I agree with everyone... in all they have to say in praise of you...<br /><br />It is that phase in my life when I am enjoying your work immensely.... thanks :) <br /><br />leaf-note drops from choirs spent<br /><br />blood and honey yield<br /><br />common flesh treads humble common sod<br />Where everything is nothing without God<br /><br />the thread<br />That separates the living from the dead<br /><br />its dazzling shroud a brief and transient sheath<br />As Time inhales its gleam with eager breath<br />And we inhale the startling gasp of Now<br /><br />pulsing path<br /><br />we absorb its tender-sweet refrain<br />Within its plaintive music we immerse<br />Our senses; faith and fear conflict, align<br />In this brief foot in front of foot design<br /><br />Storehouse of Time’s portioned mysteries<br />Dispersed in moment-drops upon this sphere<br />Sparkling in our laughter and our tear<br />Is but a microscopic speck of centuries<br /><br />brevity of this four-season glance<br /><br />Though three-score years and ten we dream and dance<br />Or four score years and more; its wink will end<br />As summer folds into the arms of fall<br />And youth progresses into middle-age<br />To contemplate life’s turning of the page<br />With hastened disregard for summer’s call<br />We recognize anew life’s Higher Pow’r<br />For Time is but the dew on Heaven’s flow’r<br /><br />I stand in ovation for you along with some of the lines that stood out tall for me ! ;0Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16013757422313634184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-66762171924884450622012-09-14T07:41:03.059-04:002012-09-14T07:41:03.059-04:00Love what you are doing with the blog man!Love what you are doing with the blog man!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com