Wednesday Poemlets

It’s so easy to get tangled

By its sheer, translucent ilk

As it weaves its snare about us

With intention smooth as silk

But the truth cannot be hidden

Like a book on darkened shelves

And we ought not to be smitten

And thus trapped, by ourselves

© Janet Martin

Man’s law is clearly written

To keep order in the land

But Love’s law breaks man’s reason

In its ‘second-mile’ command

The law of love is perfect

Though often not understood

But, if we recognize its Giver

Then we know that it is good

© Janet Martin

The day sweep over the darkness

The dark sweeps over the day

God’s grace sweeps over our guilt and shame

And washes it all away

© Janet Martin

Mystery rises with the sun

We know not what a-waits

Before another day is done

And slips through heaven’s gates

Before another day is done

We ought to not let slip

This chance to dance, ere it is gone

Sealed in past’s frozen grip

The little we can ever know

Will never be enough

We ought to trust God and let go

Of everything, but love

© Janet Martin

Hope for the hour

And strength for its task

Love for my neighbor

This is all I ask

© Janet Martin

Temptation taunts

In sleek disguise

It flaunts

In sugar-coated lies

We need to be

Discerning; wise

Its subtlety

To recognize

© Janet Martin

The hour is a flower

Softly unfolding

God, help me to see

The bloom I am holding

© Janet Martin