Aware of Who is Reading...Thursday Thoughts

Time splays its parchment, still as air

Beneath the plight of human need

The ink of heart and soul spills where

One, its Giver attends, to read

Our penmanship, not misconstrued

Spells to His gaze both hope and fear

As He, so oft misunderstood

Lays page on page beneath our tear

And while before mute, pagan gods

Its seems that multitudes amass

To veil with noise what man applauds

Yet Death, oh, Death will soon surpass

…and while it seems many forget

That what they write is read by He

Who Holy, Holy, Holy bled

Redemption once, at Calvary

…and while it seems the age of words

 Profits a man, if he can spell

Regardless of what under-girds

The hand that writes what tongue won’t tell

…still, He who places air on air

Is never far or undeterred

But sees the faithful few aware

Of Who is reading every word

© Janet Martin

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The pen reflects Time

Spent in prayer.

The hand a mouth, 

The tongue, a lair

Pray we who write 

On Time a bit

Remember Who 

Is reading it 

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Beyond the readers we see is One we cannot...

Nothing escapes Holy Love, not one jot

So, lest we think we write with no reader

We would be wise to reconsider

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My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight, preserve sound judgment and discretion; Prov.3:21

(inspired by a middle-of-the-night conversation with my son)