Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

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

Happy Valentine's Day!!๐Ÿ’˜
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
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 something๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’—

(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.


Wednesday, February 15, 2023

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 heart๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ˜˜)


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.

 

(we've lived both these songs๐Ÿ’•)

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



Below, a sacred 'salute' to love!

๐Ÿ’

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.

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Let's Not Keep Love A Secret



The worst secret to keep
is our struggles in love!
'Because love is the fight of all fights, all right'!!
And its success depends on you and me
 has hit closer to home in the past year than ever before
Making me wonder perhaps if we should be better acquainted

Photo below taken a year ago when life was still 'normal'

(this would be our annual getaway weekend)

I will be the first to admit I/Jim and I could plaster a massive wall with mistakes made,
and mementos of 'failure' BUT we commit to never quit forgiving each other
to keep our marriage vows and remain faithful to the finish!

Maybe all women should be asking this poem of our Lifelong-Love-to-be



Love flows like fire in a pen 
It tugs heartstrings with mute amen 
Where farewell often steals the show 
And love must learn how to let go 
While ever honing the fine art 
Of keeping motive pure in heart 

Love is more than ‘my happiness’ 
Or a costume worn to impress 
Love suffers much and bears in mind 
That to be strong love must be kind 
It does not harbour for itself 
Some idol on a secret shelf 

Love is a weapon and a shield 
A mountain and an open field 
It weathers, tethers and equips 
With iron will, and gentle lips 
And in its sacred ties that bind 
We leave words like ‘my, me’ behind 

Love intertwines with its cohort 
For love is not a solo-sport 
But cleaves to its betrothed ally 
To keep vigil with watchful eye 
For when love lets its guard grow lax 
It invites enemy attacks 

Love seems to be the favoured prey 
Of dreams and lies and cunning sway 
Then our greatest goal should be 
To protect it ferociously 
And defend love’s holy ought 
Lest we fail it, for love does not 

Love is far more than meets the gaze 
Of those who wonder at its ways 
Love is a front-line, prayer-immersed 
The aftermath of ‘others first’ 
It does not covet, does not steal 
It does not trust the dust of ‘feel’ 

Love is a God-begotten tryst 
Without Him, love does not exist 
For God is love, in Him we trust 
All else is hate’s accomplice; lust 
And whether we believe or not 
All who have loved have witnessed God 

Love never fails; lust desecrates 
What havoc Selfish Yes creates 
When it is seduced by the lies 
That masquerade as love’s disguise 
Behooving us to reassess 
Who and what brings True Happiness 

Darling, let’s commit to the fight 
For This is what love is, all right 
White knuckled grit to hold on so 
While we submit to letting go
Of all that does not benefit 
Love’s long and short and whole of it 

Love has no trophy wall or shelf 
It never succeeds by itself 
But exceeds all else, above all 
Though its accolades may seem small 
When weighed with the success Fame hails 
Where love commits, love never fails 

Love, let it be our sole/soul intent 
Let it be the humble cement 
That binds the mason-work of days 
With devoted, trustworthy ways 
So that when death our last breath drains 
The legacy of love remains 

© Janet Martin 

In this community, recently Death has drained so many, suddenly
of Last Breath, leaving behind Love/life's permanent legacy
which is why, in these very troubled times
 I am choosing this simple song by Don Williams to remind us
of what really matters!