Friday, February 17, 2012

Whispers of Hell

When fiendish winds crackle
And seep through the walls
When anger, resentment
Hang like smoke in the halls
When kindness and patience
Have been snuffed by the flame
Of cold self-indulgence
Indifference and blame
When silence replaces
The echo of laughter
And jealousy graces
The once love-lit rafter
When all that is given
From our gracious Lord
As a foretaste of Heaven
Is crassly ignored
When prayer is neglected
And His Word as well
Then glimpses of Heaven
Become whispers of Hell

© Janet Martin

We all have bad days, but God forbid they out-number the good...
and God forbid we should seek hope without Him~

 But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.”Joshua 24:15


  1. A strong warning here, Janet. The last lines: oh so true.

  2. It suddenly struck me last night what a delicate 'ethereal' line separates the two...
    Mary, words like 'home' and 'ethereal' really spark thoughts...there is SO much one could write but time does not allow at present...maybe later:)
    I hope you have a wonderful week-end!

    Thank-you so much for your thoughts.


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