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Thursday, December 15, 2022

By Tender Means of Poetry (or, To My Gentle Reader)


So sorry, sweet little birdies, but filling the feeders needs to wait!


A sudden day off due to wild weather has opened the rather rare (ice-embossed)
window of opportunity to 'wax poetic' 😅💓


This book, rescued from the garbage bin by a truly caring friend
 who dropped it off at my door last week, 
Stole my heart with the first page!...

and inspired today's poem 'to my gentle reader'...


Of that which kindly comes to be
By tender means of poetry
To cheer us gently on, dear friend
Upon life’s careworn twist and bend
Where face to face we may not meet
To trace the bond of friendships sweet
I thank God for love’s ink-wrought font
To gently bind the wounds of want
And keep each other company
By tender means of poetry

To know, though we are far apart
The timeless tug of heart to heart
To share the very sacred touch
Of tears and smiles and prayers and such
And help us realize anew
The preciousness of me-and-you
And to gladden regions of thought
With refreshed awareness of God
To make us feel like family
By tender means of poetry

To tune us to the creature cry
Of hope; to hold love’s candle high
Where often dreams do not come true
And carefully laid plans fall through
To teach us to not cling too fast
-ly to what soon augments the past
To remind us, through lilt of rhyme
What does not change, in spite of time
And taste life’s sweet comradery
By tender means of poetry

To catch midst winter’s frigid fling
A sense of everlasting spring
To find a plot where tulips grow
To brighten thought while wild winds blow
To rouse an unexpected thrill
Where pages birth a bloom-tossed hill
And suddenly we bow the head
And thank God for the bit o' bread
Through that which kindly comes to be
By tender means of poetry

© Janet Martin

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