Showing posts with label missing you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label missing you. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2022

Oh, Glorious Pangs of Love


So many of us have loved ones not within arms or quick car-ride's reach...
Oh, what a gift to love enough to suffer its glorious pangs!

Our grand-kiddos other set of grandparents live an airplane flight away
so needless to say, they suffer the kind of pangs
possible only by beautiful love!
We miss our Nova Scotia family too💕
The 'other gramma' has become a dear friend of mine
so this poem was inspired by the Afterward of her recent visit💖💘
(Pics used with permission. photo credit: Emily Curry)


Oh, glorious pangs of love
No sorrow is so sweet
The heart is like a treasure trove
As smiles and tears compete
Where, though our paths may part
It holds in its embrace
Love’s everlasting works of art
That nothing can erase

Oh, glorious pangs of love
What tender weight to bear
The bitter-sweetest banter of
Echoes upon the air
Where once upon a day
The joy of you and me
Became what none can steal away
A cherished memory

Oh, glorious pangs of love
May we all be so blessed
As to never get quite enough
Time with those we love best
Then, though farewells must be
As you and I must part
May memory’s kind company
Soothe sorrow’s stinging smart

How oft it warms my heart
To picture God above
And how He too must ache and smart
With glorious pangs of love
While counting down The Toll
That draws us through the Door
Where He unveils love’s sweetest goal
Together Evermore

© Janet Martin


Thursday, December 26, 2019

....like pearls flung across fields of snow


 One daughter came home for what felt like far too little time together,
Another daughter is gone with her hubby and children to visit his family...
So these little smile-makers are making the other grandparent's Christmas super-special!

Hubby, because of the line of work he is in is 'on the road again'...
Makes 'missing you' feel like something to revere, doesn't it?
Having people we love so dearly it hurts but in a good way!

Missing you, sweet, sweet pangs of desire
Where having held grants a tender reply
Heart glowing with embers of a fire
Kindled before hello turned to good-bye

Missing you leaves an invisible lesion
Where letting go means that oh, once I held
Longing is sacred when love is the reason
Priceless the art where sweet and bitter meld

Missing you, but with the hope of tomorrow
Not with the sorrow that some must endure  
Darling, echoes are the sparkles I borrow
While I am waiting to hold you once more

Missing you makes moments worth their measure
Priceless as pearls flung across fields of snow
Where counting hours is like counting treasure
Arranging steppingstones back to hello

© Janet Martin



Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Echo-halls

I'm beginning to understand... when other people would say the week after a trip is bittersweet. 
Life just sort of picks up where we left it...(Lord willing) 
and sometimes one needs to stop and look at the pictures to relive it a bit! 
 (and remind ourselves 'we were there!':)
One of our main highlights of the trip was visiting (at long last) our son-in-law's family and home farm! Absolutely stunning...its backdrop the beautiful blue (and brown:) hues of the Bay of Fundy!
LOVED it!




Because arms cannot hold for long
The gifts that love imparts
Where farewell hugs and tugs are strong
God smiled and gave us hearts

Because He knew how Time would sketch
Frames of masterpiece art
He gave us walls that stretch and stretch
In halls within the heart

Because the wealth of take and give
Soon tunes Bygone’s ramparts
And echoes need a place to live
God smiled and gave us hearts

© Janet Martin


 Good memories! Thank-you.
(I wrote this while the 'so-long' hugs still tugged...)
Jim and I were thoroughly treated and spoiled by our 'east family'!




Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Not Too Late To Say I Love You....

 

I had begun another theme for today then this song was in my in-box this morning because
I subscribe to The Piano Guys channel...
Last year tragedy rocked the family of Piano Guys musician John Schmidt.

We all know someone who is missing someone this Christmas.
 May this stir us to treasure life's loves still within reach! 



Not too late to say I love you
Touch your face and kiss your cheek
Not too late to say I’m sorry
To find words we ought to speak
Love, life’s best blessing is waiting
To give someone’s heart a lift
This year, while we’re celebrating
Let’s make love our greatest gift

Walk the mile that makes us humble
Stop to listen while we may
Make a memory worth keeping
Who knows what fills morrow’s tray?
Hug each other, hold with wonder
We who need each other so
Thank the Creator of Heaven
For its glimpses here below

Darling, let’s not take for granted
What slips through our hearts and hands
Take a moment, be enchanted
By the music of the dance
Not too late to say I love you
Cherish cares that love will bring
For we never know for certain
When death changes everything

© Janet Martin


Friday, May 26, 2017

Sorrow's Prize...



 In the middle of play
...right out of the blue one little cutie-petutie remarked to the other,
"I miss my mommy" and the other replied "me too"
 (When I told them the more we miss someone the more we love them
smiles prevailed;-))


In life I’ve learned a thing or two
Love’s unseen depth to prove
The deeper flows the ‘missing you’
The deeper runs the love

Sometimes I do not realize
Until we are apart
How sweet the seed of sorrow’s prize
Rose-gardens in the heart

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Part of Us

We don't begrudge them their wings,
We don't intend to tie them down
But we miss them all the same:)



When you stand speechless but for ‘wow’
‘neath City’s alien dome
I hope, though you are ‘grown up’ now
You will still think of home

So long we helped you find your wings
And beckoned you to ‘try’
That was before we learned heart-strings
Don’t sever when you 'fly’

So every now and then, my dear
Though you are ‘on your own’
Remember you are still quite near
To all of us at home

You are a prayer poured from the heart
A wish upon a star
For you will always be a part
Of us; wherever you are

© Janet Martin

Hugs and prayers for all our 'far-from-home-dears)