Heaven, Upside Down or Such Is Love

Such is life, we often say, as plans change 

and carefully arranged schedules run awry!

Sometimes love pours a cup of tea, ‘with milk and honey, dear?’...

As I finished this poem I returned and traded the word 'life' for 'love';

 it was originally going to be a 'such is life' poem because

 this was a week rife with changed plans...but

as the poem evolved so did the realization the 'such is life'

 is often more aptly expressed  'such is love!'

The ultimate plan of Love, for man's redemption

God fulfilled at Calvary!

Love appeared in that hour, to have lost!

Heb.2:10

For it was fitting for Him, 

for whom are all things 

and by whom are all things, 

in bringing many sons to glory, 

to make the captain of their salvation 

perfect 

through sufferings.

Isa.53:10-11

Yet it was the LORD’s will to crush Him

and to cause Him to suffer;

and when His soul is made a guilt offering,g

He will see His offspring, 

He will prolong His days,

and the good pleasure of the LORD 

will prosper in His hand.

11After the anguish of His soul,

He will see the light of lifeh 

and be satisfied.

By His knowledge My righteous Servant 

will justify many,

and He will bear their iniquities.

Alas! And Did My Saviour Bleed?

Sometimes what first looks like love’s loss is Heaven, upside down...

Love suffers long and is kind...1 Cor. 13:4

Oh, if only love more often,

 suffered longer 

and was kinder

 how much more lovely,

and much less broken

 this world would be!

Sometimes we find it, sometimes not; such is love’s want-list, hon

Sometimes love is a little tot that keeps us on the run

Sometimes it caters to our plan but often not, it seems

…love’s give and take twixt God and man far outmaneuvers dreams

Sometimes love is a graceful glide, a ballet’s perfect hurt

But oft it is a wild slide to home-base; face down, in dirt

Sometimes love pours a cup of tea, ‘with milk and honey, dear?’

But oft it startles you and me with sudden, bitter tear

Sometimes love's havens that we seek must first weather love's gale

Sometimes love’s kiss upon the cheek is crushed in love’s travail

Sometimes love's payoff that we thought should bear visible fruit/loot

Gets lost; often love’s prize is not a made-to-measure suit

Sometimes, we would forget to pray; I think love's push and shove

Must be God’s higher thought and way to teach us ‘such is love’

Whoever does not bear love’s cross is not fit for love’s crown

Sometimes what first looks like love’s loss is Heaven, upside down

© Janet Martin

Here Is Love, Vast As The Ocean...