Lest We Let Defeat Triumph...

Type, back-space, rewrite then delete

And try again, no easy-street

…the pen, the keyboard at command

Obey the order of the hand

But oh the heart and mind oft torn

Trembles beneath ink’s kiss and scorn

Where word alone can’t spell the whole

Of wars that well in heart and soul

Or tell in spite of ‘ups’ love crowns

The vortex of its down-down-downs

For which we feel so ill-equipped

In knowing how to deal with it

Save, like the poet with a pen

To try and try and try again

(another poem or
stanza two)

For we are never all alone

…through all the depths that thought may hone

There is One who never forsakes

We, masters of love’s harsh mistakes

As we learn, unlearn, relearn, oh

To crave the grace whereby we go

That helps us learn to sympathize

With others on their umpteenth tries

Who don’t give up, but grasp the pen

That bids them try and try again

Where smudge and smear oft run awry

And tests the measure of the sigh

That would bow us in crushed defeat

But for Love's dawn-replenished sheet

© Janet Martin

Lord, I prayed, how can I love
The way you that You love me?
The King of Heaven and earth replied,
Child, with humility

Ephesians 2:4-10   (KJV)

⁴ But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,
⁵ Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;)
⁶ And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:
⁷ That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus.
⁸ For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
⁹ Not of works, lest any man should boast.
¹⁰ For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.