Showing posts with label weakness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weakness. Show all posts

Monday, July 8, 2013

Still, There is Joy





On some-days the pen is heavy and inspiration falls
Limpid like a wilted stem beneath thought’s judgment calls
And the wind that moves through the willow-tree is weeping more than sighing
Like the rush that surges now through me responds; a kindred crying
But still,
There is joy

On some days the frying-pans are burnt and all the laundry soiled
Beneath the joy of living fully where forefathers toiled
And we spend too long hunting for things hastily mislaid
While the willow-wind is taunting us and spreading wide its shade
Yet still,
There is joy

On some days we are so weary that it almost hurts to breathe
But everyone is hungry; prudence bids us bind our sheaves
And count our many blessings as they pour from vaulted dome
In the tender-sweet caressing of a place that we call Home
So still,
There is joy

© Janet Martin

My grandma’s life was not nearly perfect, yet more often then not she would be humming a song of praise to her Creator as she worked (it seemed, tirelessly) and often she spoke of her blessings. I think of her now in another Home! Yes, this is the greatest Joy for the earthly home; that hope of another Home and we want to choose joy now, be that Joy, spread it like a love-song to everyone we meet!



Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Until We Are Weak





Until we are weak, we cannot be strong
Perfect strength is not reserved for the young
But through One whose promises agelessly speak
We cannot be strong until we are weak

His grace is enough for all mortal despair
Our infirmities never exceed His care
Nothing on this earth over-powers His love
For all mortal despair His grace is enough

The darkness is great, it cannot comprehend
A love that has known no beginning or end
Though the Light shines on it, darkness chooses hate
It cannot comprehend; the darkness is great

Love is so abused; often misunderstood
Thus, we are confused when we hear ‘God is good’
Love appeared weak; He answered not, though accused
Often misunderstood; Love is so abused

Love proved its power as the cross bore His blood
The Lion, a Lamb shedding redemption’s flood
From ancient Calvary to present hour
As the cross bore His blood Love proved its power

Until we are weak, what we cannot truly know
Is His perfected strength; He has promised it so
God, give us courage then, to surrender and seek
What we cannot truly know until we are weak

© Janet Martin

 Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt a Swap Quatrain




The Swap Quatrain was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas.
Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.