An Anniversary Celebration of Sonnets

 37 years...

Thank-you, Lord

 

This photo was taken at my niece's wedding on May 24th,

where we gathered to witness the marriage and celebrate

Newlyweds, 

who were sparkling with visions of marital bliss 

dancing in their heads!

All of us who have been married for

well, really, almost any amount of time know

'till death doth part' takes more than we can successfully

and beautifully accomplish on our own!

But with God nothing is impossible!

Especially faithful love,

which He is the Author of! 

Below is Jim's 'home away from home'

contributing often to the successes and challenges 

of marriage and love's second miles

(pun intended 😅💓 )

He left yesterday morning with plans of picking up a load out west!

On Sunday night after returning home from a family reunion

I cooked and baked a week's worth of supplies

Last night the load got cancelled 😒

He will be returning home tonight if all goes as planned.

And such is life

***

So much of life is out of our hands

But never love; love helps us bear all things

Not with determined and selfish demands

But with the strength that self-surrender brings 

Love, a story that begins in the heart

 Soon finds its feet as blindness starts to see

To pull together lest we drift apart

Takes sacrificing 'I' for 'us' and 'we'

Love never runs out of lessons to teach

No one can outlive its so-much-to-learn 

Then, before one of us is out of reach

Let's make the most of each day's no-return 

Before the solemn sundering of ties

Forever closes doors and lips and eyes 

© Janet Martin

***

1 Cor.13:4-8  (NKJV)

Love suffers long and is kind; 

love does not envy; 

love does not parade itself,

 is not [a]puffed up;

 5 does not behave rudely, 

does not seek its own,

 is not provoked, 

[b]thinks no evil; 

6 does not rejoice in iniquity, 

but rejoices in the truth; 

7 bears all things, 

believes all things, 

hopes all things, 

endures all things.

8 Love never fails...

Darling, in a world mad with lust and spite

Let's make a vow to guard against the trend 

Committing rather to fight love's good fight  

By God's grace to be faithful to the end 

Darling, the world will never sympathize

With altars filled with ash of sacrifice 

Love suffers long and is kind; what a prize

True love esteems the other; what a price 

Darling, to-have-and-hold is no small fete 

To love-and-cherish until death doth part

Is not a vacation on Easy Street

Nor an endeavor for the faint of heart

Darling, let's give love every finest chance

And live life humbly, by the grace God grants

© Janet Martin

Eccles.4:12

... and a three strand cord is not quickly broken.

Armed with a world of wonderful advice

Is not enough to master love's success

Until we learn love's law of sacrifice

Marriage will suffer much unhappiness 

Fond hopes and dreams are lovely to behold 

But life does not cater to Well-laid Plan 

Its highway does not flawlessly unfold

According to the want and wish of man 

The ups and downs of love and life are sure

Marriage takes two people, humanly-flawed

And binds them with ties able to endure

If woven with the third strand who is God

Darling, let's pray through both life's grand and grim 

That our love reflects the love of Him

© Janet Martin

And last but not least, 

after many somber reminders this past year+

through many sudden losses of  Husband or Wife of

neighbours, friends and family,

 a sonnet of solemn awareness/thankfulness...

***

No one can see or guarantee Tonight 

Death often enters/visits where/when we least expect

Sobering us with meek, wiser insight;

Love, both a charge and gift none should neglect 

Each day pulses with opportunity

To love each other better, and God first 

To make the most of little words like 'we'

And weather faithfully life's best and worst 

So when death comes (and it most surely will)

Our deepest sorrow will not be regret

But, as the bitter tears of parting spill

We praise God for the joy of love's vows kept 

 

Darling, while time is still on our side

Let's try our best to live love Self-denied 

© Janet Martin

O Perfect Love - Best Wedding Hymn with Lyrics 

Lyrics-Dorothy F. Gurney

1 O perfect Love, all human thought transcending,

lowly we kneel in prayer before thy throne,

that theirs may be the love which knows no ending,

whom thou in sacred vow dost join in one.

2 O perfect Life, be thou their full assurance

of tender charity and steadfast faith,

of patient hope and quiet, brave endurance,

with childlike trust that fears no pain or death.

3 Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow;

grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife;

grant them the vision of the glorious morrow

that will reveal eternal love and life.

Psalter Hymnal, 1987

Be Prepared For Hugs and Kisses...

I borrowed this photo from a previous Valentine's Day post HERE 😅💞

My 'Valentine' is hoping to be home by Sunday

after spending a few days in frigid Fargo, N.D. due to

waiting on a part to repair his truck.

💝

On the Homefront I am trying to decide

what to cook for hopefully

A Valentine and Family Day dinner on Sunday evening...

Be prepared for breath soft-stolen

For your heart to skip a beat

When That Very Special Someone

Sweetly sweeps you off your feet

Be prepared for hugs and kisses

For feeling rich as a king

Love between Mister and Missus

Is a very precious thing

Be prepared for laughter's joy-ride

While love dreams of dreams come true

But, lest we forget love's flipside

Be prepared for sorrow too

Because love's darling duration

No matter how long or brief

Cannot, in its culmination 

Escape its guerdon of grief

Be prepared for lots of learning

'I do' flings ajar a door

Through which there is no returning

To the way love was before

Now, begins a new love story

'We' rather than 'me' or 'my'

Be prepared to say 'I'm sorry'

Lest love's sacred fires die

Love, when loosed, can be a bully

When tempers spark verbal blows

Be prepared to forgive fully

For the sacred sake of vows

Then, to be more humbly grateful

To God, whose love never ends

But helps us be true and faithful

And the very best of friends 

Be prepared for constant changes

Nothing stays the same, my dear

All we hold, Time's Hand estranges

For fresh frames of Now and Here

While the heart weathers the thunder

Of what nevermore will be

Be prepared to weep with wonder

At love's echo-gallery  

Be prepared to help each other

Not frowning, but with a smile

Pity those who cannot bother

To suffer a second mile

Wanting only box of candy

Roses, compliments galore  

Be prepared to come in handy

In the middle of 'your chore' 

Be prepared to be confounded

 By love's bittersweet reward

Leaving utterance astounded

Save to whisper 'Thank-you, Lord

Be prepared for hugs and kisses

No matter how young or old

Love between Mister and Missus

Is a pleasure to behold 

So, do not withhold love's graces

Love is a treasure most rare

Not to display in showcases

But to prove with work and prayer

Be prepared for sun and shower

And, no matter come what may

Be prepared, for farewell's hour

With each hello of new day

© Janet Martin 

Be prepared to help each other 😂😁💖

(just for fun, sometimes)

Love (or the lack thereof)

The two little boys I care for on Wednesdays beamed with pleasure

the other morning as they came, bearing hearts for Miss Janet!

(there's a beautiful parable in the heart that was torn

much to Lad's disappointment, but then tenderly mended by his loving mother)

(We have much to learn from the pure, unprejudiced love of children, don't we?!!)

Happy Valentine's Day! 

Love,      or the

    lack thereof,     my dear, makes 

all the difference....   Love crowns

 the common task with cheer and gladdens

 diligence. The lack thereof rues thorns, unenthralled by

  the rose. It frets life's mercy-brimming morns that love alone bestows.

Love whets a holy song for living's simple things, and never keeps score

of the wrongs that being human brings, but is patient and kind; not proud

 greedy or rude. Love freely gives and does not mind the priceless cost

 accrued. But finds the favoured key to peace and happiness. Love

 fills the likes of you and me with humble gratefulness for what

will never fail, though tried by sorrow's rod. True love

withstands the gripping gale because love comes

 from God, who first loved us, thus joy

for all of life depends on Love;

 love or sad lack

thereof makes

all the diff-

-eren

ce

© Janet Martin 

💘💘💘💘💘

Traditional form...

Love, or the lack thereof, my dear, makes all the difference

Love crowns the common task with cheer and gladdens diligence.

The lack thereof rues thorns, unenthralled by the rose.

It frets life's mercy-brimming morns that love alone bestows.

Love whets a holy song for living's simple things,

and never keeps score of the wrongs that being human brings,

but is patient and kind; not proud, greedy or rude.

Love freely gives and does not mind the priceless cost accrued.

But finds the favoured key to peace and happiness.

Love fills the likes of you and me with humble gratefulness

for what will never fail, though tried by sorrow's rod.

True love withstands grief's gripping gale because love comes from God,

who first loved us, thus joy for all of life depends

on Love; love or sad lack thereof makes all the difference

💗

Cruci-form

Love, or the

lack thereof,

my dear...

makes all the

difference

Love crowns

the common

task with

cheer and

gladdens

diligence. The lack thereof rues thorns, unenthralled by the rose. It frets

life's mercy-brimming morns that love alone bestows. Love whets a holy song

for living's simple things, and never keeps score of the wrongs that being

human brings, but is patient and kind; not proud, greedy or rude. Love

freely gives and

does not mind

the priceless

cost accrued.

But finds the

favoured key

to peace and

happiness.

Love fills the

likes of you

and me with

humble gratefulness

for what will

never fail,

though tried

by sorrow's rod.

True love with-

stands grief's

gripping gale

because love

comes from God,

who first loved us, thus joy for all of life depends

on Love; love or sad lack thereof makes all the difference

💝💝💝

John 13:34-35

34 A new commandment I give to you, 

that you love one another; 

as I have loved you, that you also love one another. 

35 By this all will know that you are My disciples, 

if you have love for one another.”

💕💕💕

Because God is love,

love helps us accomplish the seemingly impossible!

He helps us love the unlovable, 

forgive the unforgiveable

and be merciful and compassionate

 to the undeserving

just like God does for every one of us!

While we were still sinners, He died for us!

So there are no justifiable 'buts' to defend

bitterness, hatred, spite and unforgiveness.

Because of love's sacred 'buts' like these below

we are able to love one another!

💞💞💞

Rom.5:8

But God demonstrates His own love toward us,

in that while we were still sinners,

Christ died for us.

💖

Eph.2:4-7

But God, who is rich in mercy,

because of His great love with which He loved us,

5even when we were dead in trespasses,

made us alive together with Christ

(by grace you have been saved),

6and raised us up together,

and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus,

7that in the ages to come He might show

the exceeding riches of His grace

in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.

💝

Matt 5:43-46

3“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor

and hate your enemy.’ 44[o]But I say to you, love your enemies,

bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you,

and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you,

45that you may be sons of your Father in heaven;

for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good,

and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.

46For if you love those who love you, what reward have you?

Do not even the tax collectors do the same?

💟

John 1:12-13

But to all who did receive Him,

to those who believed in His name,

He gave the right to become children of God—

children born not of blood, nor of the desire or will of man,

but born of God.

💗

Titus 3:5

He saved us, not by the righteous deeds we had done,

but according to His mercy,

through the washing of new birth

and renewal by the Holy Spirit.

💓

1 Peter 3:9

Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult,

but with blessing, because to this you were called

so that you may inherit a blessing.

For Oh, So Many Ways We Didn’t Dream (That Love Would Be)

Happy Valentine's Day!!💘

But, as I type this greeting

my heart aches for those who, from our vantagepoint

seem to have their love stories cut short far too soon!

It reminds me to humbly treasure the measure of Today 

and all its opportunities to 'love one another'!

John 13:34
A new commandment I give you:

 Love one another. 

As I have loved you, so you also must love one another.

And so worth every prick of thorn to marvel at the rose...

Love is full of surprises, no matter what age we reach

Always so many new lessons it seems, still left to teach

For Love is a like a tutor, often testing you and me

With oh, so many ways we didn’t dream that love would be

No respecter of rank or race, or ‘reason-right’ retort

Love is patient and kind; all other replies fall far short

Thus, we learn to adjust the dust-scaffold of darling dreams

Because we are all subject to the laws that love esteems

Love is a lifelong (not a once-and-done) ladder we climb

As faithfulness fulfills its calling one step at a time

No easy-out, no masquerade, no detour to the prize

Love vexes Best of Dreamers with Lessons in Compromise

‘I’m sorry, dear, your favorite jeans are laundered but still wet’

‘Honey, why do you toss the keys, who-knows-where, then forget’

And why are we so stubborn in love’s sudden tug-of-wars

Instead of letting love be strong enough to settle scores

There is no finer splendor than love, weathered by its toll

Love, such a tender mender of the wounds of heart and soul

And so worth every effort dressed in plain workaday clothes

And so worth every prick of thorn to marvel at the rose

And so worth every task, that, without love would drive us mad

And so worth every up and down that we have ever had

And so worth every sacrifice, to safeguard vows we made

And recognize the precious bloom of ‘Now’ that soon will fade

Love crowns the commonplace with words like ‘friend’ and ‘family’

It treasures every day rife with fresh opportunity

It does not envy, does not boast, it is not proud or rude

And often reaps an awed reward of humble gratitude

Where, in the aftermath of stumbles we begin to learn

(In the light of God’s mercy,) love is not something we earn

But, because of its Author, love befits us faithfully

For oh, so many ways we didn’t dream that love would be

© Janet Martin

The Vows Scene in the movie

Woman of the  Year

Holds great reminders for all of us

loving/living out our own journeys of 

'for better or worse till death doth part'

Are you wearing red?

Asked Jim when he called this morning...

No. I replied, but I'm wearing fuzzy pink pjs with hearts on them

if that counts for something😂😂😍💗

(You know the ones I mean, ladies, right?!

Completely comfy but not much in the line of attractiveness??)

As we chatted about life's Glorious Ordinary,

plus a few extra ups and downs

today's poem gathered steam!!

As youth sheds its green and then middle-age, its gold

something far more precious

than first meets the eye, 

begins to unfold...

I will try to unearth something red to wear for

a very special dinner tonight,

 (no matter what is served at our kitchen table )

because Jim, most often gone on Valentine's Day,

 is planning to be home tonight!

1 Cor.13

 (My Favourite Love Poem)

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, 

I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 

2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, 

and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, 

and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, 

but have not love, I am nothing. 

3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, 

and though I give my body [a]to be burned, 

but have not love, it profits me nothing.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; 

love does not envy; 

love does not parade itself, 

is not [b]puffed up; 

5 does not behave rudely, 

does not seek its own, 

is not provoked, [c]thinks no evil; 

6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 

7 bears all things, 

believes all things, 

hopes all things, 

endures all things.

8 Love never fails. 

But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; 

whether there are tongues, they will cease; 

whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 

9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 

10 But when that which is [d]perfect has come,

 then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child,

 I spoke as a child, 

I understood as a child, 

thought as a child; 

but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 

12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, 

but then face to face. 

Now I know in part, 

but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; 

but the greatest of these 

is love.

I Cannot Get Enough (for all eternity)

 

Doing a mini-mountain of corn grants, sweet opportunity to

enjoy rich teaching...

Yesterday these messages ministered to my soul 

Submitting to God

 Part one

Part Two

Part Three

I cannot get enough

For all eternity

To sing about my Savior’s love

And what He gave to me

His pardon for my sin

Death’s sentence come to end

A gift that I cannot begin

To fully comprehend

His death to conquer death

The moment I believed

Redemption crowns each gifted breath

Through salvation received 

His truth to set me free

His hope, alive and sure 

His peace amidst adversity

His joy complete and pure

His Spirit to cheer me

I cannot get enough

But to sing for eternity

About my Saviour’s love

© Janet Martin

My Jesus, I Love Thee

A 'Sweet Love' Song

  Happy Day-After-Valentine's Day

This poem was started on Monday

then, although I got up at six and went to bed at almost midnight

I did not get an opportunity to finish it on Valentine's Day

(as planned/hoped for on Monday!)

However, it was a day full of love,

 first childcare (including heart-puppet-creating and puppet-shows)

some eager helping...

...then going to look after my grandchildren in the evening

so their parents could have an extremely rare night out!

(photo above sent as a Happy Valentine's Day greeting yesterday morning courtesy of their mom)

Jim and I talked a few times yesterday but never about Valentine's Day!

When I got home last night I found this little reminder 

that he remembered, on my side of the bed.

(A bathrobe belt and leather belt heart😆💕😘)

He passed through the house while I was gone, 

for supper, a shower and fresh food and laundry supplies for the road. 

(all packed and ready to go because that's how we've done it for almost 35 years)

It's not fancy, but it works.

It Works-Alabama

 

(we've lived both these songs💕)

When we starting keeping score in marriage we are headed for disaster, right?!

What's the Score? Don Williams

Below, a sacred 'salute' to love!

💝

You teach me how to dance and sing,

To fall, to feast on tears

You preach from pulpits shimmering

With verge of yesteryears

You hold me close and charm me

With the friendship of hello

And with kisses disarm me

While I learn how to let go

You startle me with happiness

Too fragile for ink-font

From heart-shaped aftermath you press

Wisdom mingled with want

You haunt me with a presence

Half stranger, half family

And taunt me with an essence

Of familiarity

You make life worth the living

While accumulating scars

Where lessons of forgiving

Hone heart-shores with salty stars

You help me survive seasons

(not winter-spring-summer-fall)

By losing count of reasons

For the wonder of it all

You make sacred, the laughter

With sorrow for what is not

And drain to ever-after

Sparkles touched but never caught

You keep me humbly greedy

For more of Never Enough

Of learning to be needy

When it comes to you, sweet love

You tune me to the Giver

Of each good and perfect Gift

To Him, glory forever

His love does not wane or shift

But grants to every hour

Mercy; kind, longsuffering

For He is love; his power

Teaches me to dance and sing

© Janet Martin

1 Cor.13:13

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.

 But the greatest of these is love.

Love's Crown

This morning's love-letter from God was gold-gilt-etched 💗💖

Happy Valentine's Day!

For a beautiful love story click this link

to todays Daily Bread Devotion

(I just learned what an octogenarian is!)

Many waters cannot quench love.

Song of Songs 8:7

Oh-ho this hard      -knock, soft-kiss,

 flying-falling dosey-doe... Oh-    ho  this happy, hurting holding on 

and letting go...Oh-ho this yearning-learning-earning wisdom starred and scarred...

No easy street to crown the ups and downs on love’s postcard...Oh-ho this giving-taking, 

caring-sharing quite-a-fight... Oh-ho this multitude of sorrows to sweeten delight... Oh-ho,

 the humble joy of feeling like our hearts could burst... Becomes the Prize that crowns

 love’s sacrifice of others first... Oh-ho, we are so startled by how much 

true love can hurt... Oh-ho, the heart holds artwork made 

of diamonds set in dirt... Oh-ho, what we know 

about love leaves us both vexed 

      and awed... At ups and

 downs boundlessly

crowned with

the kind 

love of 

God

<3

© Janet Martin

(or traditional stanza form)

Oh-ho this hard-knock, soft-kiss, flying-falling dosey-doe

Oh-ho this happy, hurting holding on and letting go

Oh-ho this yearning-learning-earning wisdom starred and scarred

No easy street to crown the ups and downs on love’s postcard

Oh-ho this giving-taking, caring-sharing quite-a-fight

Oh-ho this multitude of sorrows to sweeten delight

Oh-ho, the humble joy of feeling like our hearts could burst

Becomes the Prize that crowns love’s sacrifice of others first

Oh-ho, we are so startled by how much true love can hurt

Oh-ho, the heart holds artwork made of diamonds set in dirt

Oh-ho, what we know about love leaves us both vexed and awed

At ups and downs boundlessly crowned with the kind love of God

© Janet Martin

Or this...

Oh-ho this hard-knock, 

soft-kiss, 

flying-falling 

dosey-doe

Oh-ho this happy, 

hurting 

holding on 

and letting go

Oh-ho this yearning-

learning-

earning wisdom 

starred and scarred

No easy street 

to crown 

the ups and downs 

on love’s postcard

Oh-ho this giving-taking,

caring-sharing 

quite-a-fight

Oh-ho this multitude 

of sorrows 

to sweeten 

delight

Oh-ho, the humble joy 

of feeling 

like our hearts 

could burst

Becomes the Prize 

that crowns 

love’s sacrifice 

of others first

Oh-ho, we are so startled 

by how much 

true love 

can hurt

Oh-ho, the heart 

holds artwork 

made of diamonds 

set in dirt

Oh-ho, what we know 

about love 

leaves us 

both vexed 

and awed

At ups and downs 

boundlessly crowned 

with the kind 

love of God

© Janet Martin

Why Do I Love You, Poem-hon?

 

Sometimes Poem does not want to be

only the lover, but the loved!

PAD Challenge 24: 

For today's prompt, write a question poem. 

Sway Michael Bublé

(for my poem-hon)😊 

Why do I love you, 

Poem, so?

Your sweep and surging

Ebb and flow

Fills nooks and crooks

And crannies of

Life’s lackluster layouts

With love

While the world seems

To fall apart

You stay the course

And cheer the heart

You are courageous

And uncouth

And not afraid to

Tell the truth

Yet when you do

You are not cruel

Or treat the student

Like a fool

But with the woo of

Lilt and rhyme

You tune the truant

To the crime

You test and tame

And teach and tease

And vex and calm

With melodies

Drawn from a fresco

Flushed with stars

Or siphoned from

Dusk-brumal bars

You train me how

To dance or fight

To fly, to fall

To read and write

You make me brave

When I am not

Dare me to dredge

The grave of thought

Or surf the turquoise

Wave of dreams

To take me where

Brigadoon gleams

Like ancient castles

In the sun

You are my prince

Dear Poem-hon

You are a leaf

A silhouette

Of Grief and Wonder's

Pirouette

You twist fear's fist

 To figure-eights

As ink and sigh

Amalgamates

You are a candle

On a sill

A flicker on

Wicks of 'Until' 

Why do I love you,

Poem-hon

Your empathy

Second to none

You lend an

Understanding tear

Your page

A patient, listening ear

You spill and thrill

And fill time’s toll

With treasures chiseled

From the soul

© Janet Martin

Love Is A Shawl with Holes

PAD Challenge day 20;

For this Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

Write a love poem and/or...

Write an anti-love poem.

Love is far more 

than daisy-lore

of love me-love-me-not

It runs us through 

with bronze and blue

that weathered years allot 

Love is the stuff

of fist-a-cuff

and kiss me sweet and slow

The grit and grin

through thick and thin

of hold and letting go

A tango, dear

of smile and tear

A ballad, dissonant

It's tea-and-toast'

Making the most

of each precious moment

It is a hug

a push-and-tug

together, not apart

A sacred pact

twixt faith and fact

not for the faint of heart

It's what-a-mess

and happiness

mysteriously entwined

It is a vow

of curtsy-bow

with Other first in mind

A breath of spring,

The weathering

of winter's wildest storm

But best of all

Love is a shawl

with holes, yet keeps us warm

Janet Martin

Let's Leave Allowances (for a miracle!)

Due to the explanation here (Poem Tango) I am extending (Love willing)

  the lease on love poetry,

because after all is said and done/won

Love is poetry clamouring to be written!💗😊

This poem applies to marriage or

Love's Common Carriage called 'us'

"Let's keep in mind, storms never stay

the sun will shine again..."

Last week's sunshine-soak-spot😀

(side note; looks like our snow dugout in the background needs digging out!)

Weather is one way of reminding us how swiftly life's landscape can change,

and the only abiding Anchor is Love!

Let’s leave allowances, my love, for fumbles, slips and such 

And smooth out shouted wrinkles with a kinder kind of touch 

Let’s be good friends and not give up where cups of grace ran dry 

Let’s weather life together and give love another try 

Let’s be to one another what we wish others to be 

The golden rule is not a rubric of antiquity 

But is a foolproof principle for people, young and old 

And able to work wonders in a badly broken mold/world 

Let's keep in mind storms never stay, the sun will shine again

Let's not get so caught in the moment we forget the 'Then'

As much as we are able let's soften often harsh tones

And prove that we are grateful by not hurling verbal stones

Let’s forgive one another and release the bitter grudge 

Let love be of sound judgment, then, not quite so quick to judge 

What good is pointing fingers when we all bear part of blame 

Let’s remember Life’s Author and the love from whence we came 

…and leave allowances because we are all learning still 

Then let’s love one another on life’s road, often uphill 

Instead of clenching angry fists let’s join our hands until 

The love of God has worked in us His greatest miracle 

© Janet Martin 

Heb.13:1 NKJV

Let brotherly love continue

or NIV

Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters..

Poem-Tango

This beginning of February, due to a lot of sorrow 

a lot of friends are suffering I just wasn't in the heart-space 

for the annual splurge of 

pre-Valentine's Day love-poetry 

although I have been thinking a lot about love lately 

and will continue to ponder it in poetry 

as The Poem-Provider persuades.

Will you join me in praying for healing and restoration 

for the sorrowing and broken!

It's so hard to know how to be there during covid-restrictions 

when you just want to give someone a hug!

Thank-you to all of you who stop by this page-stage

and grant me the privilege of a poem-dance.

I love you, dear friends, near or far💕

What luxury to lavish you with lines of poetry 

To move your heart in sync with mine, across thought’s ballroom floor 

Or kiss you with the lyrics of romantic chivalry 

Where we are at the mercy of love’s Timeless Troubadour 

What privilege to orchestrate iambic cadency 

And sashay to the tempo of instinctive twist and bend 

To glide with you as one across a page of poetry 

And find within ink-intimacy, the love of a friend 

What honour to be asked to dance with somebody like you 

Forgive me when I stumble or forget to pirouette 

Sometimes without fair warning the rhythms of love run blue 

And all I can remember is a heart-shaped silhouette 

© Janet Martin 

1 Thess.3:12

May the Lord make your love increase and 

overflow for each other and for everyone else,...