Showing posts with label Love Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

For Oh, So Many Ways We Didn’t Dream (That Love Would Be)

Happy Valentine's Day!!๐Ÿ’˜
But, as I type this greeting
my heart aches for those who, from our vantagepoint
seem to have their love stories cut short far too soon!

It reminds me to humbly treasure the measure of Today 
and all its opportunities to 'love one another'!

John 13:34
A new commandment I give you:
 Love one another. 
As I have loved you, so you also must love one another.

And so worth every prick of thorn to marvel at the rose...


Love is full of surprises, no matter what age we reach
Always so many new lessons it seems, still left to teach
For Love is a like a tutor, often testing you and me
With oh, so many ways we didn’t dream that love would be
No respecter of rank or race, or ‘reason-right’ retort
Love is patient and kind; all other replies fall far short
Thus, we learn to adjust the dust-scaffold of darling dreams
Because we are all subject to the laws that love esteems

Love is a lifelong (not a once-and-done) ladder we climb
As faithfulness fulfills its calling one step at a time
No easy-out, no masquerade, no detour to the prize
Love vexes Best of Dreamers with Lessons in Compromise
‘I’m sorry, dear, your favorite jeans are laundered but still wet’
‘Honey, why do you toss the keys, who-knows-where, then forget’
And why are we so stubborn in love’s sudden tug-of-wars
Instead of letting love be strong enough to settle scores

There is no finer splendor than love, weathered by its toll
Love, such a tender mender of the wounds of heart and soul
And so worth every effort dressed in plain workaday clothes
And so worth every prick of thorn to marvel at the rose
And so worth every task, that, without love would drive us mad
And so worth every up and down that we have ever had
And so worth every sacrifice, to safeguard vows we made
And recognize the precious bloom of ‘Now’ that soon will fade

Love crowns the commonplace with words like ‘friend’ and ‘family’
It treasures every day rife with fresh opportunity
It does not envy, does not boast, it is not proud or rude
And often reaps an awed reward of humble gratitude
Where, in the aftermath of stumbles we begin to learn
(In the light of God’s mercy,) love is not something we earn
But, because of its Author, love befits us faithfully
For oh, so many ways we didn’t dream that love would be

© Janet Martin

The Vows Scene in the movie
Holds great reminders for all of us
loving/living out our own journeys of 
'for better or worse till death doth part'


Are you wearing red?
Asked Jim when he called this morning...



No. I replied, but I'm wearing fuzzy pink pjs with hearts on them
if that counts for something๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’—

(You know the ones I mean, ladies, right?!
Completely comfy but not much in the line of attractiveness??)


As we chatted about life's Glorious Ordinary,
plus a few extra ups and downs
today's poem gathered steam!!
As youth sheds its green and then middle-age, its gold
something far more precious
than first meets the eye, 
begins to unfold...

I will try to unearth something red to wear for
a very special dinner tonight,
 (no matter what is served at our kitchen table )
because Jim, most often gone on Valentine's Day,
 is planning to be home tonight!

1 Cor.13
 (My Favourite Love Poem)

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, 
I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, 
and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, 
and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, 
but have not love, I am nothing. 
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, 
and though I give my body [a]to be burned, 
but have not love, it profits me nothing.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; 
love does not envy; 
love does not parade itself, 
is not [b]puffed up; 
5 does not behave rudely, 
does not seek its own, 
is not provoked, [c]thinks no evil; 
6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 
7 bears all things, 
believes all things, 
hopes all things, 
endures all things.

8 Love never fails. 
But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; 
whether there are tongues, they will cease; 
whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 
9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 
10 But when that which is [d]perfect has come,
 then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child,
 I spoke as a child, 
I understood as a child, 
thought as a child; 
but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 
12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, 
but then face to face. 
Now I know in part, 
but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; 
but the greatest of these 
is love.


Tuesday, September 5, 2023

I Cannot Get Enough (for all eternity)

 


Doing a mini-mountain of corn grants, sweet opportunity to
enjoy rich teaching...
Yesterday these messages ministered to my soul 

Submitting to God







I cannot get enough
For all eternity
To sing about my Savior’s love
And what He gave to me

His pardon for my sin
Death’s sentence come to end
A gift that I cannot begin
To fully comprehend

His death to conquer death
The moment I believed
Redemption crowns each gifted breath
Through salvation received 

His truth to set me free
His hope, alive and sure 
His peace amidst adversity
His joy complete and pure

His Spirit to cheer me
I cannot get enough
But to sing for eternity
About my Saviour’s love

© Janet Martin




Wednesday, February 15, 2023

A 'Sweet Love' Song


  Happy Day-After-Valentine's Day

This poem was started on Monday
then, although I got up at six and went to bed at almost midnight
I did not get an opportunity to finish it on Valentine's Day
(as planned/hoped for on Monday!)


However, it was a day full of love,
 first childcare (including heart-puppet-creating and puppet-shows)




some eager helping...


...then going to look after my grandchildren in the evening
so their parents could have an extremely rare night out!


(photo above sent as a Happy Valentine's Day greeting yesterday morning courtesy of their mom)

Jim and I talked a few times yesterday but never about Valentine's Day!
When I got home last night I found this little reminder 
that he remembered, on my side of the bed.
(A bathrobe belt and leather belt heart๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ˜˜)


He passed through the house while I was gone, 
for supper, a shower and fresh food and laundry supplies for the road. 
(all packed and ready to go because that's how we've done it for almost 35 years)
It's not fancy, but it works.

 

(we've lived both these songs๐Ÿ’•)

When we starting keeping score in marriage we are headed for disaster, right?!



Below, a sacred 'salute' to love!

๐Ÿ’

You teach me how to dance and sing,
To fall, to feast on tears
You preach from pulpits shimmering
With verge of yesteryears
You hold me close and charm me
With the friendship of hello
And with kisses disarm me
While I learn how to let go

You startle me with happiness
Too fragile for ink-font
From heart-shaped aftermath you press
Wisdom mingled with want
You haunt me with a presence
Half stranger, half family
And taunt me with an essence
Of familiarity

You make life worth the living
While accumulating scars
Where lessons of forgiving
Hone heart-shores with salty stars
You help me survive seasons
(not winter-spring-summer-fall)
By losing count of reasons
For the wonder of it all

You make sacred, the laughter
With sorrow for what is not
And drain to ever-after
Sparkles touched but never caught
You keep me humbly greedy
For more of Never Enough
Of learning to be needy
When it comes to you, sweet love

You tune me to the Giver
Of each good and perfect Gift
To Him, glory forever
His love does not wane or shift
But grants to every hour
Mercy; kind, longsuffering
For He is love; his power
Teaches me to dance and sing

© Janet Martin


1 Cor.13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
 But the greatest of these is love.

Monday, February 14, 2022

Love's Crown

This morning's love-letter from God was gold-gilt-etched ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–
Happy Valentine's Day!


For a beautiful love story click this link
(I just learned what an octogenarian is!)



Many waters cannot quench love.

Oh-ho this hard      -knock, soft-kiss,
 flying-falling dosey-doe... Oh-    ho  this happy, hurting holding on 
and letting go...Oh-ho this yearning-learning-earning wisdom starred and scarred...
No easy street to crown the ups and downs on love’s postcard...Oh-ho this giving-taking, 
caring-sharing quite-a-fight... Oh-ho this multitude of sorrows to sweeten delight... Oh-ho,
 the humble joy of feeling like our hearts could burst... Becomes the Prize that crowns
 love’s sacrifice of others first... Oh-ho, we are so startled by how much 
true love can hurt... Oh-ho, the heart holds artwork made 
of diamonds set in dirt... Oh-ho, what we know 
about love leaves us both vexed 
      and awed... At ups and
 downs boundlessly
crowned with
the kind 
love of 
God
<3

© Janet Martin

(or traditional stanza form)

Oh-ho this hard-knock, soft-kiss, flying-falling dosey-doe
Oh-ho this happy, hurting holding on and letting go
Oh-ho this yearning-learning-earning wisdom starred and scarred
No easy street to crown the ups and downs on love’s postcard

Oh-ho this giving-taking, caring-sharing quite-a-fight
Oh-ho this multitude of sorrows to sweeten delight
Oh-ho, the humble joy of feeling like our hearts could burst
Becomes the Prize that crowns love’s sacrifice of others first

Oh-ho, we are so startled by how much true love can hurt
Oh-ho, the heart holds artwork made of diamonds set in dirt
Oh-ho, what we know about love leaves us both vexed and awed
At ups and downs boundlessly crowned with the kind love of God

© Janet Martin

Or this...

Oh-ho this hard-knock, 
soft-kiss, 
flying-falling 
dosey-doe
Oh-ho this happy, 
hurting 
holding on 
and letting go
Oh-ho this yearning-
learning-
earning wisdom 
starred and scarred
No easy street 
to crown 
the ups and downs 
on love’s postcard

Oh-ho this giving-taking,
caring-sharing 
quite-a-fight
Oh-ho this multitude 
of sorrows 
to sweeten 
delight
Oh-ho, the humble joy 
of feeling 
like our hearts 
could burst
Becomes the Prize 
that crowns 
love’s sacrifice 
of others first

Oh-ho, we are so startled 
by how much 
true love 
can hurt
Oh-ho, the heart 
holds artwork 
made of diamonds 
set in dirt
Oh-ho, what we know 
about love 
leaves us 
both vexed 
and awed
At ups and downs 
boundlessly crowned 
with the kind 
love of God

© Janet Martin



Saturday, April 24, 2021

Why Do I Love You, Poem-hon?

 

Sometimes Poem does not want to be
only the lover, but the loved!

For today's prompt, write a question poem. 

(for my poem-hon)๐Ÿ˜Š 



Why do I love you, 
Poem, so?
Your sweep and surging
Ebb and flow
Fills nooks and crooks
And crannies of
Life’s lackluster layouts
With love
While the world seems
To fall apart
You stay the course
And cheer the heart

You are courageous
And uncouth
And not afraid to
Tell the truth
Yet when you do
You are not cruel
Or treat the student
Like a fool
But with the woo of
Lilt and rhyme
You tune the truant
To the crime

You test and tame
And teach and tease
And vex and calm
With melodies
Drawn from a fresco
Flushed with stars
Or siphoned from
Dusk-brumal bars
You train me how
To dance or fight
To fly, to fall
To read and write

You make me brave
When I am not
Dare me to dredge
The grave of thought
Or surf the turquoise
Wave of dreams
To take me where
Brigadoon gleams
Like ancient castles
In the sun
You are my prince
Dear Poem-hon

You are a leaf
A silhouette
Of Grief and Wonder's
Pirouette
You twist fear's fist
 To figure-eights
As ink and sigh
Amalgamates
You are a candle
On a sill
A flicker on
Wicks of 'Until' 

Why do I love you,
Poem-hon
Your empathy
Second to none
You lend an
Understanding tear
Your page
A patient, listening ear
You spill and thrill
And fill time’s toll
With treasures chiseled
From the soul

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Love Is A Shawl with Holes




For this Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
Write a love poem and/or...
Write an anti-love poem.


Love is far more 
than daisy-lore
of love me-love-me-not
It runs us through 
with bronze and blue
that weathered years allot 
Love is the stuff
of fist-a-cuff
and kiss me sweet and slow
The grit and grin
through thick and thin
of hold and letting go
A tango, dear
of smile and tear
A ballad, dissonant
It's tea-and-toast'
Making the most
of each precious moment
It is a hug
a push-and-tug
together, not apart
A sacred pact
twixt faith and fact
not for the faint of heart
It's what-a-mess
and happiness
mysteriously entwined
It is a vow
of curtsy-bow
with Other first in mind
A breath of spring,
The weathering
of winter's wildest storm
But best of all
Love is a shawl
with holes, yet keeps us warm

Janet Martin

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Let's Leave Allowances (for a miracle!)

Due to the explanation here (Poem Tango) I am extending (Love willing)
  the lease on love poetry,
because after all is said and done/won
Love is poetry clamouring to be written!๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ˜Š

This poem applies to marriage or
Love's Common Carriage called 'us'

"Let's keep in mind, storms never stay
the sun will shine again..."

Last week's sunshine-soak-spot๐Ÿ˜€
(side note; looks like our snow dugout in the background needs digging out!)
Weather is one way of reminding us how swiftly life's landscape can change,
and the only abiding Anchor is Love!

Let’s leave allowances, my love, for fumbles, slips and such 
And smooth out shouted wrinkles with a kinder kind of touch 
Let’s be good friends and not give up where cups of grace ran dry 
Let’s weather life together and give love another try 

Let’s be to one another what we wish others to be 
The golden rule is not a rubric of antiquity 
But is a foolproof principle for people, young and old 
And able to work wonders in a badly broken mold/world 

Let's keep in mind storms never stay, the sun will shine again
Let's not get so caught in the moment we forget the 'Then'
As much as we are able let's soften often harsh tones
And prove that we are grateful by not hurling verbal stones

Let’s forgive one another and release the bitter grudge 
Let love be of sound judgment, then, not quite so quick to judge 
What good is pointing fingers when we all bear part of blame 
Let’s remember Life’s Author and the love from whence we came 

…and leave allowances because we are all learning still 
Then let’s love one another on life’s road, often uphill 
Instead of clenching angry fists let’s join our hands until 
The love of God has worked in us His greatest miracle 

© Janet Martin 

Heb.13:1 NKJV
Let brotherly love continue

or NIV
Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters..



Monday, February 15, 2021

Poem-Tango



This beginning of February, due to a lot of sorrow 
a lot of friends are suffering I just wasn't in the heart-space 
for the annual splurge of 
pre-Valentine's Day love-poetry 
although I have been thinking a lot about love lately 
and will continue to ponder it in poetry 
as The Poem-Provider persuades.
Will you join me in praying for healing and restoration 
for the sorrowing and broken!
It's so hard to know how to be there during covid-restrictions 
when you just want to give someone a hug!



Thank-you to all of you who stop by this page-stage
and grant me the privilege of a poem-dance.
I love you, dear friends, near or far๐Ÿ’•

What luxury to lavish you with lines of poetry 
To move your heart in sync with mine, across thought’s ballroom floor 
Or kiss you with the lyrics of romantic chivalry 
Where we are at the mercy of love’s Timeless Troubadour 

What privilege to orchestrate iambic cadency 
And sashay to the tempo of instinctive twist and bend 
To glide with you as one across a page of poetry 
And find within ink-intimacy, the love of a friend 

What honour to be asked to dance with somebody like you 
Forgive me when I stumble or forget to pirouette 
Sometimes without fair warning the rhythms of love run blue 
And all I can remember is a heart-shaped silhouette 


© Janet Martin 


1 Thess.3:12

May the Lord make your love increase and 
overflow for each other and for everyone else,... 

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Let Love Be...

 

Happy One of 365 Days in a year to celebrate love!

Then one of them, a lawyer, asked Him a question, testing Him, and saying,
  36“Teacher, which is the great commandment in the law?”

37Jesus said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God 
with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’
  38This is the first and great commandment. 
39And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’
  40On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.”





Let love be our compass, it’s steering is true 
Let love be the drive in all we say and do 
Let love be our Master; then we will endure 
Let love be the servant of Duty so pure 

Let love be a flower that blooms all year long 
Let love be the author of our heart’s song 
Let love be our anchor, in duels of desire 
Let love be the tinder that fuels its fire 

Let love be the wish that turns into command 
Let love be the force that no foe can withstand 
Let love be the Beauty time cannot annul 
Let love be the joy that keeps our hope-full 

Let love be God’s whisper that He will provide 
Lot love be our Mainstay, whatever betide 
Let love be the answer to every why 
Let love be a wellspring that never runs dry 

Let love be the Greatest Command we revere
Let love be devotion's ocean of glad cheer
Let love's first-hand grace, scarred with Hard Agony
Help us find our third place with humility

Let love be the wonder that wakens the soul 
Let love be our comfort when doubt’s dark waves roll 
Let love be the picker-upper when we fall 
Let love be our Greatest Achievement of all 

© Janet Martin 

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Let's Not Keep Love A Secret



The worst secret to keep
is our struggles in love!
'Because love is the fight of all fights, all right'!!
And its success depends on you and me
 has hit closer to home in the past year than ever before
Making me wonder perhaps if we should be better acquainted

Photo below taken a year ago when life was still 'normal'

(this would be our annual getaway weekend)

I will be the first to admit I/Jim and I could plaster a massive wall with mistakes made,
and mementos of 'failure' BUT we commit to never quit forgiving each other
to keep our marriage vows and remain faithful to the finish!

Maybe all women should be asking this poem of our Lifelong-Love-to-be



Love flows like fire in a pen 
It tugs heartstrings with mute amen 
Where farewell often steals the show 
And love must learn how to let go 
While ever honing the fine art 
Of keeping motive pure in heart 

Love is more than ‘my happiness’ 
Or a costume worn to impress 
Love suffers much and bears in mind 
That to be strong love must be kind 
It does not harbour for itself 
Some idol on a secret shelf 

Love is a weapon and a shield 
A mountain and an open field 
It weathers, tethers and equips 
With iron will, and gentle lips 
And in its sacred ties that bind 
We leave words like ‘my, me’ behind 

Love intertwines with its cohort 
For love is not a solo-sport 
But cleaves to its betrothed ally 
To keep vigil with watchful eye 
For when love lets its guard grow lax 
It invites enemy attacks 

Love seems to be the favoured prey 
Of dreams and lies and cunning sway 
Then our greatest goal should be 
To protect it ferociously 
And defend love’s holy ought 
Lest we fail it, for love does not 

Love is far more than meets the gaze 
Of those who wonder at its ways 
Love is a front-line, prayer-immersed 
The aftermath of ‘others first’ 
It does not covet, does not steal 
It does not trust the dust of ‘feel’ 

Love is a God-begotten tryst 
Without Him, love does not exist 
For God is love, in Him we trust 
All else is hate’s accomplice; lust 
And whether we believe or not 
All who have loved have witnessed God 

Love never fails; lust desecrates 
What havoc Selfish Yes creates 
When it is seduced by the lies 
That masquerade as love’s disguise 
Behooving us to reassess 
Who and what brings True Happiness 

Darling, let’s commit to the fight 
For This is what love is, all right 
White knuckled grit to hold on so 
While we submit to letting go
Of all that does not benefit 
Love’s long and short and whole of it 

Love has no trophy wall or shelf 
It never succeeds by itself 
But exceeds all else, above all 
Though its accolades may seem small 
When weighed with the success Fame hails 
Where love commits, love never fails 

Love, let it be our sole/soul intent 
Let it be the humble cement 
That binds the mason-work of days 
With devoted, trustworthy ways 
So that when death our last breath drains 
The legacy of love remains 

© Janet Martin 

In this community, recently Death has drained so many, suddenly
of Last Breath, leaving behind Love/life's permanent legacy
which is why, in these very troubled times
 I am choosing this simple song by Don Williams to remind us
of what really matters!






Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Love IS

 

Love is a flower garden in a bower full of snow...


Love is God's beaming banner of daybreak and grace unfurled



Love is a hand that finds a hand when it’s too dark to see 
Love is a candle in the window of the ageless soul 
Love is a shared umbrella, picture-book or cup of tea 
Love is a kind reminder of God, who is in control 

Love is a flower garden in a bower full of snow 
Love is the jewel in the common crown of day-to-day 
Love is the tender duel between hold and letting go 
Love is humble surrender to trust God, come what yet may 

Love is a second-mile on feet that have seen better years 
Love is a hearty handshake, hug, blooms on a windowsill 
Love is a mother’s faithful prayer, the wellspring of her tears 
Love is a Father watching over children of free will 

Love is anything given without thought of recompense 
Love is the smallest kindness in a big, crude, clumsy world 
Love is a leap of faith that disregards fear’s phantom fence 
Love is God’s beaming banner of daybreak and grace unfurled 

Love in an invitation to be willing to be wrong 
Love is a celebration of small words like ‘us’ and ‘we’ 
Love is the recognition of bigger words like ‘belong’ 
Love is a purposed vision because God loves you and me 

Love is the time it takes to make a fellow-fellow hope 
Love is the eyes to prize each day God lends to our touch 
Love is the age-old gold that melts the gray from heart or slope 
Love IS; the proof of God in a world that needs Him so much 

© Janet Martin 

Love is the age-old gold that melts the gray from heart and slope...



1 Peter 4:8
Above all, love one another deeply, 
because love covers over a multitude of sins.



Friday, November 20, 2020

Poem-Target

PAD Challenge day 20;For today’s prompt, write a target poem.  

I hope it is an ocean's roar...


When I pull back the bowstring to 
Release love’s poem-dart 
My eye is firmly fixed on you 
My target is your heart 

Though miles may separate, dear friend 
We are not far apart 
If ink can find a way to wend 
My whisper through your heart 

A poem is always far more 
Than first glance may impart 
I hope it is an ocean’s roar 
That rushes through your heart 

I hope it is a smile, a kiss 
A little wish come true 
Because in every poem is 
Part of my heart for you 

I want, when ink has set its seal 
More than iambic art 
I want its font to touch, nay, steal 
A small piece of your heart 

© Janet Martin

Thursday, November 12, 2020

A Love Poem (for parents)

 We celebrated Mom's birthday yesterday, a little late...


I tucked this poem in her card and hope
she will read between the lines...
for things words wouldn't will.

Sometimes the heart is full of art that cannot find a way 
To spell in ink the things we think but don’t know how to say 
’I love you’, ‘I am sorry’, ‘thank-you for all that you do’ 
Seem far too small to convey all that I would like it to 

The things we learn where living’s no-return is running rife 
Often humbles opinion with stumbles and facts of life 
But we are not so quick to pick up stones in self-defense 
As we begin to gather in the sheaves of recompense 

The past is a vast book we should look at, but not retrace 
Except to see with clarity the goodness of God’s grace 
And where we lack the perfect knack to spell our utter thanks 
We trust in love to be enough to fill in all the blanks 

© Janet Martin

“‘“The Lord bless you
    and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face shine on you
    and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord turn his face toward you
    and give you peace.”’

Num.6:24-26

Monday, June 8, 2020

I Love You, (A Birthday Poem)


Happy Birthday Emily!
Wishing you God's blessing today and in the year ahead.
Keep shining for Him!
May He bless you as you bless others!
It's a joy to share mother-to-daughter...
  but also mother-to-mother๐Ÿ’—
 I love you!

How does one find new ways to say
Endearment’s oldest sweetest phrase
Or capture in poetic lay
Emotion’s oceanic waves
The affection we try to tout
In lines, original and new
Always seem incomplete without
Three little words, so tried, so true
I love you

How does one spell a heart; the art
Of tenderness is hard to snare
It sparkles in salt stars that smart
And catch in our throats somewhere
Where all the verses we compose
Will never leave us quite content
Without this three syllable rose
To satisfy soul’s sentiment  
I love you

Our first words breathed on newborn’s cheek
As we greet babe so pure and new
Our homage to the frail and weak
When no other wording will do
Three words to summarize the whole
When a thousand are not enough
Three words to capture heart and soul
But perfect, when it comes to love
I love you

How swift the days and seasons blur
Into a panoramic sweep
Autumn, winter, spring and summer
With oh, so little we can keep
Save pictures pressed into a place
Where rough edges are gilt with gold
And all that there is left to trace
Are three words that never grow old
I love you

© Janet Martin

Traditional Birthday verses but that's because 
we never outgrow the need for this reminder...

Prov.3:5-8

 Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge Him,
and He will make your paths straight.
Be not wise in your own eyes;
fear the LORD and turn away from evil.
This will bring healing to your body
and refreshment to your bones.