Thursday, February 4, 2016

Run my Heart Over With Love





Run my heart over with fortune
Found in the spending of time
So much of life is a roaring
Ethereal pantomime

Run my heart over with laughter
For too soon laughter wears tears
Too soon looming Ever-after
Rallies Bygone’s brigadiers

Darling, wilt thou be my lover
And run my heart over with sighs?
Skin is the shivering cover
To where the crux of love lies

…so run my heart over with knowing
More than caresses of touch
Run my heart over with fortune
Of whispered nothings and such

© Janet Martin

I dilly-dallied between the word hurt or heart... you may choose which you prefer:)


A Little Life Lesson



I have not played this song in a while...it's a simple love song about love's simple things

What matters most is not the boast
Of things or success we have proved
But in the end we must contend
With just one thing; how have we loved?

What good is this; the stone-cold kiss
Of gold and all that it may boast?
It’s not in ‘stuff’ of rust and fluff
But how we love that matters most

Let me be frank, we cannot thank
Or dance in arms of boast’s success
It is quite clear and simple, dear
To love is to find happiness

 

© Janet Martin

Interplay...





I don’t ask and you don’t tell
It’s a game we play too well
Who can spell those thoughts unseen?
Silence juxtaposed between
Have and holding’s hungry eyes
…sometimes silence speaks no lies

Tell me darling, tell me true
Is it me or is it you?
Ah, yes what use is this fuss?
Truth is, it is both of us
Where the silence of our eyes
Cuts the whole world down to size

© Janet Martin

For three days we talked
About everything except
What we really wanted to say

(Anna Karenina)

This Preparation Place...



The lesson I am preparing for the Sunday School class is about the parable of The Unjust Steward
As I flipped through the Gardening Book I bought yesterday the words below leaped from a page…both of these examples point to what this life is all about...preparing for the next!



This place of grace
Where human race
Is prone to lose sight of the Whole
Is like a leap
Before death’s sleep
Unveils life’s solemn, sacred goal

This skin and bone
That soul alone
Will supersede, is but a shell
That holds the crux
Where all of us
Must choose the place for Soul to dwell

Time's vapor, fringed
With choice is hinged
To Something thought cannot descry
Of timeless deep
Beyond this leap
To by and by and by and by

© Janet Martin

We are not our own
But bought with a price
Only Jesus’ blood atones
He, sin’s sacrifice

We are not our own
But servants of HE
Who has made a way for man
To live eternally

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
That whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
John 3:16