The Dance We Had...

I love you, time’s smooth sally        Unveiling moment-spheres

Since our farewell cannot unchain  The heart from yester-years

     Its wherefore and its therefore    Flowers, then falls away

   Where thought is like a wanderer        In fields of yesterday

    The banquet-hall of Bygone  Echoes with phantom cheers

   Where tender-sweet remembering  Kisses the cheek

with tears        …and I will always love you

Thus I am sweetly sad  Not because

   Past becomes us   But for

the dance we

 had

Janet~

                                                            

Humbly Glad

These kin-ships dear that mark the year

With hello-farewell friendly tear

Becomes the string to which we cling

In spite of Time’s insistent wing

Where night takes flight on morning light

And gathers wisdom in hindsight

Before the door to Past’s Before

Is swinging shut on never-more

 

…but still, the will to taste the thrill

Where morning spills both good and ill

Compels us to embrace the new

Before the blue-dusk avenue

Slips from our eyes as star-frothed skies

Induce a dreamer’s dreamy sighs

And makes us humbly glad to know

The God by whose grace all, we go

© Janet Martin

Love-torn...

I let go softly

But ever within

Harbor the echoes

Of ‘never-again’

Sweet happy-sadness

Ah this, I am told

Is the fond flip-side

Of love’s have-and-hold

Thought is a lover

That walks tenderly

Back to the places

Of what used to be

Still, from Time’s spigot

Spills hope ever-new

Filling our fingers

With fresh things to do

Thus, I am torn

At midnight’s dark door

Twixt what is waiting

And Time’s never-more

© Janet Martin

Beyond the Curtain

(I know, I've posted this song before, but I love it; the voice, the message and melody:) May we trust God with our tomorrows and thereby know peace. Wishing each of you His blessings in 2015.

Uncertainty is certain

Not one of us can know

What waits beyond the curtain

From whence all moments flow

And none of us are able

To see what lies ahead

Or weights tomorrow’s table

Where today’s spoil is spread

But, though we cannot vision

What lies beyond The Veil

It pours in pure precision

Through Hands that will not fail

© Janet Martin

Time is a Balloon...

Time is a balloon

We fill until it pops

But time is where

We choose

Where we

Will be

 When

Time

Stops

© Janet Martin