Better Than Pen-Poetry

Somehow the thoughts I think tonight

Mere poetry cannot corral

Release of ink inept to write

Its relief in a madrigal

The world that aches beneath my skin

Where wars of faith and fear hope, dread

Ignite a hunger-storm within

Like waves that surge and break, blood-red

Sometimes ink cannot mediate

The ways of love’s there-of and such

Nor can Poetry compensate

With offerings of type-print touch

My dear, the world at night can be

A black expanse of brooding air

A pen is maudlin company

When I am here and you are there

Prayer reaches through the dark with ease

God hears the words I cannot say

For He can translate tongue-tied pleas  

Into miracles when I pray

...and suddenly, my dearest dear
You do not seem so far from me
The transport of whisper and tear
Is love's sacred soul-poetry

© Janet Martin

 I will love You, O Lord, my strength.

The Lord is my rock 

and my fortress 

and my deliverer;
My God, 

my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield 

and the horn of my salvation, 

my stronghold. 

 I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised;
So shall I be saved from my enemies.

Ps.18:1-3